At 11:32 PM 4/17/2008, you wrote:
>[Krimel] >Our Indian trip was the biggest one we made but my wife is a genius at >vacation planning. We traveled on the cheap. We always drove. We always >crammed everyone into single discount motel rooms and mostly we ate stuff >bought at grocery stores and fixed in the car or the room. We got family >memberships at our local science museum and it let us all in free to museums >and zoos pretty much every where we went. > >She would also take the AAA tour guide and look for odd things to do, in out >of the way places. Once we visited the world's largest hand dug hole which >also had the bonus feature of the world's largest rock meteor. Another time, >one of the kids did a really good third grade report on the Oregon Trail so >we drove out to Kansas and Missouri looking for trail ruts and sod houses. I >found out there ain't much of nothing in Kansas. Once after driving for >about two hours without seeing another car we got pulled over for speeding. >The cop told us we were clocked by an airplane. I was like OMG, all the way >to the courthouse in Wichita. > >Until this evening, I actually thought of all those cool vacations like they >were yesterday. Then I realized how long ago that was. See, I am actually on >a road trip of sorts, right now. I'm in Boston doing diaper dooty for the >next gen. I am really not an outdoors kind of guy and I love the city with >mass transit and people speaking in unknown tongues all around me. Last >night I went to a philosophy club meeting at a bookstore in Cambridge. They >actually has a philosophy club here... Today, I narrowly missed attending a >lecture by one of the few psychologists to actually win a Nobel Prize. They >actually have Nobel Prize winners here... Honey, we are not in Kansas >anymore. > >I had big plans for this evening. New Model Army is playing in a bar down >town. I spent the better part of the week playing Green and Grey, 51st State >and White Coats on YouTube to a three month old. She was rockin' some, let >me tell you. So the show is supposed to start at 8 p.m. and off I go on the >T. I find the bar. It's a small place and at 7:30 about half the people >there are the band and a manager. I am all gimpy, with gray hair and a cane >and I ask the barkeep when the band will be playing. She says 11:30. I was >like, "Oh." She gave a look that clearly said, "You don't get out much do >you?" So I hung around for a minute trying to look as inconspicuous as I >could, without piercings or body art. I would have bought a T-shirt but all >they had was medium. Medium? For chrissake, who wears medium? > >I would have stayed. I swear. I am not that frickin' old and I, by god, will >not go gently into that goodnight. I will rage, rage against the dying of >the light. But in my present capacity as elderly au pair the light comes >early. I mean like unpredictably early, I can expect a doody call. The world >is full of people I could care less about disappointing. I would call in >sick, put them on hold, screen their call and or tell them to fuck off. But >this three month old isn't one of them. So instead of a Quality analysis of >Boston head bangers you get this and some time about sun up G-Diddy will be >punching NMA into YouTube and explaining how 'it might have been' in baby >talk. > Krimel, This was so wonderful to read. I love you for sharing it. Marsha Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars... Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
