Why? except for those few exceptions when it converts to an invitation, is a term of criticism. Why, did you do that?…. Why are you going?…Why did (or did you not) do that?
I Don't like Why?
However… What I like, and what answers the question is...
Sun. Rain. Wind.
Am I getting through?
Visiting with the oldest sister (still younger than I), and my Godchild, who in turn now has children, who themselves have children whom I have never seen, and having Easter Sunday dinner, "Grand Ma's way Uncle Mike, (my mother's) just like Grand Ma used to make."
The State Trooper I asked directions of…. "I'm totally lost, officer…" "Okay, sir, but tell me, how much have you been drinking?" "Drinking? I've not been drinking." "Well then, are you diabetic?" "No, not to my knowledge. Why?" "Where you coming from?" "Uh, Maine. Portland, Maine." "Maine? That's about 16-hours north." "Indeed, officer, indeed." "So, that's why your pupils are like saucers."
Well, what do you know?
Easter Dinner, Italian style. All home made….
So what if it took me 14-hours, and got me saucer-eyes.
The air begins to warm somewhere in Pennsylvania, and by the time you reach Maryland, there's not only a different feel to the air, there's a different smell, something you can't experience while encased in a car. The air rushing by the open window is too intrusive - too noisy; the earth's smell doesn't make it passed the air conditioner… With visor up and helmet vents open, the freshness, the newness, the very essence of new life pours in, surrounds and permeates your very being. Then…
Mineral, VA, population 452, but home of great food and beautiful surroundings… And friends you haven't seen in 20-years, but who act as if you had stopped by yesterday.
As you travel through life, you meet many people. Some of them have the correct polarity and you and they stick together and, distances and time-passed notwithstanding, when you next meet it's as if you had only separated to go to lunch. My friends, (and you should be so lucky as to have friends like these) Lori and Chris….
Helped me unload,
Got my machine to the repair shop for a check,
And, got me to the local church's BBQ. Can you beat that?
Yep. The next day they rode with me half way down the state of Georgia, finally stopping at a Subway to get and stuff a foot-long into my bag, open up the maps and made sure that my addled brain could repeat the route I was to continue upon. Can't beat that with a stick.
2,005.8 miles….. My youngest sister's house: my brother-in-law and my only surviving brother. Tired, saddle sore, right wrist sore, just plain everything-hurts-sore – except for my mind. That's vibrant and alive with