Many times I thought about posting again. Time slips by so quickly and before you know it, the absence is embarrassing. My adventures added up. The teen work doubled. The full - plate of responsibilities continued. SO . . . here I am; finally trying to break the ice.
Exactly a week ago, I began a fascinating trip. Sunday afternoon my wife dropped me off at Will Rogers World Airport. My Delta tickets read Norfolk by way of Cincinnati. I was secretly excited about the chance to fly again - it had been 33 years. I was treated to two window seats and some wonderful views. I found the crews friendly, the cabins intimate, and the trim jets very efficient.
I was met curbside and given possession of a shiney red Jetta - my chariot for the next 48 hours. After a night's rest at the Red Roof Inn in Virginia Beach, I was almost ready to set out for home. A quick stop to grab a GPS system and I was on my way. The harbor scenes rushed by so quickly and I-64's lengthy bridge suddenly morphed into a surreal tunnel.
The next hours were an artist's treat: mile after mile of prime Fall follage. Salem, a burb of Roanoke, was the setting for lunch at Mac and Bob's. The afternoon trek Southwestward along the mountain ridges finally led to I-40 and Tennessee. Pressing on, I made it to Lebonan and my room at the Super 8 Inn.
Early Tuesday, I headed for Nashville, then Memphis. After crossing the mighty Mississippi, I stopped for buffet at Pizza Hut in Forrest City, Arkansas. Rain ushered me into Little Rock; dusk came before Ft. Smith. They say those last familiar miles and couple of hours take the longest. At 7:25 EST, I pulled into my drive, ending the 1400 mile experience. 33 hours of elapsed time and 22 hours of driving had brought the Jetta back to the City.
