Where Have You Been?

I’ve been away from home for two weeks, that’s where. Visited the state of Tennessee for two days, the rest of the time in Illinois.

Visited friends and family. Always enjoy visiting the Great Smoky Mountains.

There are many retail outlets across the country offering classic cars for sale. Not all at reasonable prices. Nevertheless, one such outlet, is Country Classic Cars, near old Hwy 66 and Staunton, Illinois.

I’ve passed by this place many times without stopping to look. This time, my brother, my nephew, great-nephew and I, took time to visit for a couple of hours.

There were several vehicles of interest. Some offered nothing. Especially, the vintage Cadillac Eldorado car body, mounted atop a four-wheel drive truck chassis. All I could ask, was why?

A ’54 Ford Crestline sedan, and a ’67 Ford Custom sedan, reminded my brother and I of our parent’s cars during childhood. There were “wars” over who rode “shotgun”–which was rare, because mom and pop usually occupied the front seat.   Losers sat between two brothers in the back seat.  Mom and dad intervened, if the struggle went too far astray.

The rest of the trip was taken up with carrying a friend, and daughter back-and-forth to the hospital on two different days. One for a routine cat scan, the other for elective surgery.

As I age, 765 mile trips each way, to our former home territory, become more difficult. Health may not allow this in the future? Changes may have to be made?

Wouldn’t it have been nice to have the vintage ’57 Ford pickup, just to tinker with, and drive around the neighborhood?  Like myself, it seemed to be in good shape for its age.

Feet On the Ground

Speculation, is just what it is–speculation. Anyone can speculate at any time about anything.  That’s why I take all predictions with a grain of salt.

After seeing vacation pictures from Australia, last evening, where our daughters enjoyed barbecue from an eatery down under; I speculate that was the reason, we had BBQ takeout, from one of our local restaurants, tonight.  Just saying.

“Just saying.”  That’s another overused expression, I could do without.  It’s an unnecessary, pseudo-defensive, conversation filler.

Planning for our upcoming trip to Australia is well underway.  I’m like a kid in a candy store, where choosing itineraries are concerned.  There are limitations, and I don’t wish to blow the budget.

I want to see the coastline,  the mountains, local favorite hangouts, absorb some area history, view flora and fauna.  Most important, is to see our daughter, in her new place of residence.

 

 

Circumstances

I’ve been away for a few days, due to circumstances beyond my control.

The planned trip to the “Big Easy” didn’t turn out to be easy in most respects.

Sometimes complications get in the way of human interaction. That’s all I’m at liberty to say at this point.

New Orleans, especially the French Quarter, is gritty, grimy, and out-of-control at times. We took a couple that had never been–and they were a little shocked at the realism.

Anyway, we made it back–last night at nine PM. It’s been hotter than normal for this time of year. The effects of which were felt by all participants.

Too much activity packed into one day.  Good night!

Exploring New Surroundings

What would it be like to reside in Australia?

There would be some major differences. It’s the Southern Hemisphere, seasons are reversed.

How long would it take to adjust to the time difference? Twenty-seven hours ahead of central daylight time.

Driving on the left, I could handle, with concentration.

I’ve always wanted to visit Australia. Another place on my wish list is Alaska.  Perhaps some day these visits will happen?

Anything’s possible.  Never thought I’d make it to Hawaii, either.

Rainy Days and Primaries

Morning skies were bright red-orange. Weather radar indicated storms were inevitable today.

The worst weather possible for primary elections. Turnouts today, would be even lower than usual. Which would mean runoff elections and more trips to the polling station.

To make things more difficult, the new designated location was five miles away, instead of just around the corner.  I set out with umbrella at the ready.  The new location found, with only one wrong turn into a golf course subdivision.

The ballot was a full slate of candidates for state, county, and local offices. Other than gubernatorial, state supreme court, and a few county judges–the rest of the candidates  were unfamiliar. Not the best way to make informed decisions.