Home James

Lord knows what that means, but we are home from our sojourn to Houston, Texas to drop off Anita's VW Bug for the summer and then some. We actually had zero traffic from DC to Houston. It was there, 1.6 miles from the exit to her parent's home, where we encountered the first real traffic. Apparently six cars or so decided it was a great time to have a demolition derby, including one car that managed a 9.6 over the median into the other side of the highway. After an hour or so we finally managed to make it to her parent's place, where we attempted to find their home which included us looking like thieves looking into houses since we had the wrong house number.

It was an enjoyable weekend in the 4th largest city in the country. Which was really odd seeing that there was virtually no traffic when we went into town on Monday. No traffic downtown, then again it was opening day for baseball and it is a HUGE thing for Houston. I mean DC can have traffic any time of the day and Houston, which is easily double the size of DC, didn't have those kind of issues. This is with no big metro system like DC either, of course Houston is constantly updating highways and expanding them as needed. DC on the other hand has seen its population over the last ten years jump somewhere around thirty percent or so while they highways have expanded...two percent, anyone else see this problem?

It was an enjoyable weekend spent with her folks, even if I wasn't prepared for all the wedding questions that came. Not that I had an issue with it, I just wasn't exactly expecting it if you know what I mean. Though we've determined our parents are never allowed to meet, hang out, and have drinks as that may cause an implosion in the space time continuum. They're good, down to earth people who enjoy theater, a good drink, great food and aren't afraid to make fun of you...good people, even if they're Republican. No worries folks, they're the old school Republican, not the crazy ass religious folks.

In closing, try to find me over at Shakesville in the picture

Road Trip

Tonight Anita and I will be embarking on our first super long road trip which may or may not be called the Griswold's Journey Into The Heart Of Darkness...or The South. Now I can only hope that it will be free of spontaneous combustion but one can never guess what new things the South has discovered in warfare.

To answer questions, we are taking Anita's car down to Houston so she has a car down there during her Summer Associateship. It also saves us from driving it down there when we move there next spring so this may be the earliest anyone has every moved anything in preparation for a move. Luckily her parents live in Houston and the car will be at their place until we move in.

According to Google the trip is going to take approx. 21 hours or so, though we are leaving around midnight tonight and attempting a straight shot right to Houston. We will go through six states before we reach Texas, and one I will not step foot in. Yes, I promised myself that I would NEVER EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER step foot in Georgia again if I could help it. I won't either, we're only in Georgia for about 17 miles or so and I've already warned Anita that we're not stopping in the state under any circumstances. Let me be frank so you don't misunderstand my words, if I step foot in Georgia I am likely to attempt to finish the job Sherman started in the Civil War.

The great news is after our successful trip to NYC, we are doing AudioBooks again. The Stephen King short story collection really helped time go by during that trip and we hope it works for this trip as well. Not the Stephen King part, just the Audiobooks. For this trip she has selected a book she has been reading, The Historian which she raves about. I however have selected a classic that actually lasts longer then the trip. I will let you guess and the clue is that she will understand now when I say the following:

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

On a different note this just tickles my Scottish heritage so. St. George's Day, poop, the English, I can't wait until the Irish catch wind up this and begin buying these by the thousands if not millions.