Today, March 20, is World Storytelling Day.
Also it’s our friend Steve C’s birthday. I’d tell a Steve story, but… Oh, what the heck. One time, Steve and I road tripped from Manhattan to Maine. I’d already driven, I don’t know, twelve hours? More? Gotten lost in Manhattan? Maybe killed a pedestrian before I met up with Steve? (Joke. I hope.) Spent some time with Timothy and Timmy before we got on the road?
We planned to stop along the way to get a good night’s sleep. Only, it was October. LEAF SEASON IN NEW ENGLAND. No room at any inn along what should have been a sixish-hour drive to Portland, except for all the pointless stops trying to find a room. I don’t know, I think we got into Portland around seven AM, where we got a motel room for maybe three hours to sleep before check-out time. I’d been up for 24 hours by that point. We were both delirious, and three hours of sleep is better than no hours of sleep. I’m not sure James and Kenneth expected us to be zombies when we arrived at their place, but zombies we were. After we came back to life the next day, we had days of THE BEST DAMN TIME. Restaurants (THE PIZZA! THE FRIES!), cool shops, apple orchards, museums, sightseeing, LL Bean, plant nurseries, home-cooked meals, lighthouses, stories and piano playing and a cat who became a massage therapist while we were there. Also, Steve shamed me into agreeing to upgrade my cellphone from something that looked like a prop from “Dynasty” in the 1980s.
I 10/10 recommend Steve as a travel companion. We still don’t discuss Plymouth Rock, though.
There was an old lady having a fit over where to put a box of chips. I had to fight her off with a spatula.
A very short story with a lot of action.
It was one of my more recent dreams. I felt vindicated when I woke up.
Winning is gratifying!
Sounds like a fun trip. I have been to the original Plymouth, but not the Rock.
If you didn’t live in TX, where in the States would you choose?
There was a time I could have answered that question, but no more. The states that are the most beautiful to me either have horrendous weather, unbearable politics, soaring crime, or are beyond what I can afford. I can say that every state I’ve ever visited has its own beauty and appeal, and I’ve met good and interesting people in all of them.
Like much of the industrialized world, we’ve fouled our nest.
I completely agree.
I know I couldn’t live in TX. I simply couldn’t function in that heat!
The heat is brutal, but I also wouldn’t do well in a place of snow and ice. Our friend Larry and I just talked at length today about states where the climate and natural beauty are welcoming, but the politics, not so much.