Advertisement
Published: September 7th 2009
Edit Blog Post
Relaxing
Fire, Man's First Friend It's 3:27am And I am trying to decide what to do with what little time I have let. I have been searching for a TT or 5th to live in. I wish it could I could say it was because I have a lot of money and want to do this. But that would not be the truth. But that will be for another day. This early morning though I have not slept yet so it's still Sunday to me lol..but here I am making plans for my first road trip that does not have to deal with sadness or heart break. I am going back to New Hampshire.
This is not my home state but I look at it in some ways as a second home. In the early 90s I was caring for my grandmother with Alzheimer, this was the early stages, so each fall my mom would fly down and stay with her mom, my grandma and I would go off to recharge my batteries in New Hampshire. So every year from about 95 on I would make my yearly drive,or drive/auto train combo to New Hampshire. I don't know why I picked New Hampshire the
Ferguson
OUCH ! THE TEETH! first time. I think just because it was somewhere I had not been. When I was a young kid in the 70s my mom worked at Untied Airlines. This was when it was a real Airline and had real style and class. We would go for shot weekend trips, we liked flying out to San Fran and ridding the cable cars all day..and then catch the red eye and come back to Dulles National in Va in the early morn. Or my favorite was when my birthday came around she would ask me "where would you like to go for your birthday?" of course I knew right away. HAWAII!... Maui, the hotels we stayed at were all top dollar because United either owned or had very special package deals with Hilton and so on. This again when traveling like this was for the wealthy and business class. Only thing bad back then was the smoking..as a Kid I use to have the worst case of running eyes when we get a smoker behind or in front of us. Even in the "non smoking" section which was silly since smoke doesn't understand witch section it's suppose to stay in. But other
Bad Day
Sprayer Blew Up than that..the seats were huge..you had a "CHEF" on the plane..that's right whether you were in first business or coach..your food was cooked by a Chef..and of course the stewardest were beyond beautiful all Hawaiian...I never loved traveling as much as back in the 70s in those days..I would come out of the airport and have lip stick kisses all over my face..I will see If I can find a pic for everyone to see. LOL.. It paid to be a very cute blond blue eye kid back then..lol...course the hair is gone and the cuteness is gone..lol..but I hope to bring the kidness back.
So here I am getting ready to go back up to New Hampshire for the first time since september 25 2001...I remember driving through New York seeing the smoke where the World Trade Towers had been knocked down. For more than a hour you saw nothing but smoke in that part of the city. I know for some that day, that time seems like forever...for me it seems like yesterday. I think because Untied was one of the planes that got hijacked..it hit home a little harder..then growing outside of DC..many times I had
Sun Set
Sun Set on the Gulf picked up my Grandfather from the Pentagone after work. I still feel my stomach tighten when I think of that day and the days to follow. Can still smell the smoke when I rolled down my windows ...could see the dust even on the other side of the city...surreal... static day of horror. The tension in the city was like a ache you get when you carried something huge on your back and you pulled all the muscles it hurts so bad, you don't want to move. The people, the city was like that. The stress and horror of that day and strained the city to it's limit. IF one more advent was to fall down upon the city and the people. The back of New York would of broke and nothing would have saved the heart as it beat it's last heart beat under the strain of that day, that time. People looked frazzled and haggered, the eyes looked dazed but sharpen to anything that didn't seem to be right, or in the right place. A car, a truck, someone staring to long at a building..you could see in peoples eyes the doubt and fear of another attack, a "what if".
It was cool that year,even for New York. The traffic was so bad..I got stuck in a 80 mile traffic jam back up that took almost 7 hours before I could move more than 25mph for more than 30 seconds..a drive that should of taken about 12 hours from DC to Manchester NH took almost 20hrs. I remembered from the year before to make sure to have my tank full before you enter NH. everything including gas stations close very early and nothing opens till 5 or 6am. I pulled into a little motel..strip style..was a long building with walls added to turn into rooms. When I checked in, even tooth picks were not going to keep those baby blues open another 13 minutes longer. Course the guy didn't warn me before I arrived that he was a halloween nut and had the front lobby filled with all kinds of spiders and wiitches and pumpkins..to which one of the tricks he had was having a spider fall from the ceiling and bounce next to your head. I did applogize when my sledge hammer fist shot up performed a instant diesection of its stuffing. The guy was a cool dude and said "my bad sir, I should of turned it off after 10pm just incase something like that happen." He was good to his word.. next morning when I woke up he had stiched the now lumped sided spider with some red silk thread and he was looking almost as good as new. I felt so bad I petted the spider and posed for a pic for him to post in the lobby to show even a big man can lose it when a spider comes dropping down from the ceilling at 1am. This was a big SPIDER...even for a country boy like me.
Well it's been an hour. I tried to make sure all my spelling is right..but I will do a double check later when I get up this late Labor Day. I hope you have enjoy the start of our tale together. My trip wont start for a few more weeks. I guess this will be a running diary/log of this trip and what is going on with me and this new life trying to start.
Enjoy your time with family and friends on this special day. Be sure to tell the ones you love. That you truly do love them. You never know, it could be the last time you get to. Another story for our diary later down the road.
This is Midnight Rider signing off. Be good, be strong America... you are the world's beaken, don't let her light grow dim, in the darkest part of our night.
Good Night..
Advertisement
Tot: 0.135s; Tpl: 0.01s; cc: 9; qc: 43; dbt: 0.0425s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 1;
; mem: 1.1mb