Who or what is "Smoke Orange?" It's a kind of tea that my friend Kerri Vaughn concocted at her farm, with dried orange peels and wood smoke. When I named this travel blog, I used the kind of tea I was drinking at the moment. My approach to travel is like that. Drink the weird stuff. Connect it things that shouldn't be connected. And never EVER eat at Subway! Yes, I know it's right across the street from Notre Dame and the menu is in English.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Tom is My Copilot
Look at all that snow in the background. 3 feet of it. 7 feet at the end of my driveway.
It'll look really beautiful in my rear view mirror.
It has been 10 years since my last vacation of any significant length. It was Denver CO and Kathy was my copilot. And believe me, I need a copilot. I have no sense of direction. However, unlike most males in the same situation I have fully owned up to this. I would love to have Kathy in the passenger seat for this vacation, passing me Nutter Butters and looking for places to turn the car around (to get back to where I was supposed to turn off).
But it is not to be. I know it's going to suck, being on my vacation and missing Kathy. Yet I must remember my mission: to have enough fun for the both of us. It is a tough mission. It may require copious amounts of food and alcohol. But I must do it. I must press on. I must eat and drink and play in excess. For her!!!
OK, so my only other option for copilot is Tom (above). On the plus side, he is compact, silent, and easily ejectable from the driver's side window if the load gets too heavy. But I dunno. I don't have a good feeling about taking direction from a stuffed cat.
So I'm getting ready, making calls, securing reservations. I've already noticed an interesting thing about Deep Southerners. When I call, they answer the phone in a Northern/Midwestern accent. But as they warm up to you, that Southern drawl comes out. It's cool! I hope they get really comfortable, so I can hear them say words like "tinsinstow" *
So on March 3rd, Tom and I and Teeny Weeny Wierdomobile are heading South. In the 3 weekends and 2 weeks, I'm going to be in Nashville and Memphis TN, and Clarksdale, Tupelo, and Oxford MS. I've already noticed an interesting thing about Deep Southerners. I'm going to surround myself with music and people and cold air rushing pass me as I bike down the road. I have no idea what to expect, really. You will find out as I do.
* As in "Let's go to the five and tinsinstow." As a kid, I picked up that word from my grandfather's Southern-to-Northern translation dictionary.
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