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May 28, 2006
Home on the Range
We're back home in bee-you-tee-full Hilliard.
It's good to be home. Even though it is always a treat to spend a night or two in a motel room -- a room you don't personally have to clean but is always clean when you return to it -- it is always nice to be home.
We left our room around 10 a.m. local time and shot down to Pleasantview, TN. In an earlier post I said we were in Nashville, but it was actually Clarksville (the location of our motel, the graduation, and home of the alleged notorious spammer/scammer Rodona Garst) and Pleasantview, Tennessee (just down the road from the notorious speedtrap in Cooperstown, Tennessee).
We had breakfast with my sister, brother, their families and my parents. The kids swam. The adults looked over 10-year old movies of us boating on Lake Barkley.
We left Pleasantview at about 1 p.m., drove slowly through Cooperstown on the way to I-65 and then, pretty much, drove like bats out of hell back to Ohio. And this was just to keep from getting run over by the other drivers.
The boys and I were in Big D's truck. The AC in the minivan is broken and dad thought we might enjoy the truck a bit more. It was 91 degrees F today ... the truck was a good move.
Aside from working air conditioning the truck also features a V8 engine. Early on in the trip to Tennessee I glanced at the speedometer and noticed I was doing 75 mph. I wasn't passing gobs of people and the truck doesn't make the same kind of noise the van does at high speed so it sort of caught me off guard.
What the truck lacks is lumbar support. About three hours into the trip it was all I could do to sit up. Coincidentally, Big D has a lumbar pillow in the truck -- it made a world of difference.
Nothing exciting happened on the way to or from Tennessee -- which is good, I suppose. Well, Big D did almost slam into a woman who pulled out in front of him during a 10-minute typhoon we drove through, and someone almost clipped me when they changed lanes -- but, since both of these things start "almost," it's hard to get too worked up about them. (Dad did have to do some evasive driving to miss the woman vying for the T-bone ... my almost-clipping was over before I even noticed it.)
Six hours after leaving Pleasantview (seven hours really -- we had lunch) we were in Franklin. We had a quick dinner, did some visiting, and then cannonballed home.
The kids have crashed. I'm typing this.
Tomorrow I'll try to remember to tell you a story about my brother-in-law and a giraffe.
Posted by delmer at May 28, 2006 11:31 PM