So I'll try to break this past week down to fit in a nutshell. Prolly gonna be more like a coconut shell.
Sunday morning, after getting about 3 hrs of sleep (very anxious, sleep did not come easy) i wake up at 245am. I stumble about trying to fix the Good Morning Juice through some very reluctant eyeballs.
At 4am its off to the airport. I stand outside smoking a butt still trying to pull my wits together enough to get through the check in/security ordeal. All goes well, They didn't find anything over 3 liquid ounces that may make the plane explode so, on to the plane and off to the North.
After a brief stop in Atlanta, off to Rochester NY. When we land the pilot comes on the mic and says something that sounded like the Peanuts "waa whaaa waa whaaa, waa whaa". I turned to the woman next to me and ask, "what did he say?" She responds with it's clear and 58 degrees.
SWEET MERCY! 58 degrees and here I am in shorts and a short sleeve shirt. Thankfully I brought some leather.
So we all deplane and I'm walking through the airport and spot a guy that was on my flight....Dude, 'cuse me, where's the baggage claim? "Follow me, I'm going that way" Cool....a local. So we walk a short way and he points me down a corridor and says, just follow the signs and you're all set. OK, thanks man, but I've got one more question for you....where is the shuttle? He looked a little confused and asked me "what shuttle?" Why, the shuttle to the main terminal, says I. The guy started laughing and said, "Dude, there is not shuttle, this is the airport, we're not that big here". Oh, thanks for helping me out.
I stand outside looking like a kook with my white cargo shorts, sneakers and leather jacket on. Folks are driving by me staring, prolly thinking, he must not be from around here.
I'm waiting outside the terminal at the arriving flights curb waiting for the Mama to pick me up and my cell phone rings. "Dale, it's Mom....I'm here and don't see you...wave your arms." I do.
Again, more staring cause there's not another vehicle around. Turns out, Mom is waiting for me in the departing flights section......we laugh, I continue to wait and shiver while being looked at like I just came out of a manhole.
Mom finds me and we take the 'hella scenic' route back to Geneva. I keep asking whats up for the afternoon and dinner and she's just real vague....."we'll figure something out".
So we get to her new house and there are my cousins waiting in her backyard for me. The smiles were incredible to see. After a lot of hugs, tears I got the plan....they had planned a big ole BBQ in my honor (choke, sniff). I haven't seen some off my peeps in well over a decade. I 'remet' their kids, now grown adults and marveled at how much they'd all aged.
When I used to go see my cousins we'd always hang and then go out partying....now we did what they do now......yep....BINGO! Shhhh, If you tell anyone, I'll call ya a liar to your face!
More to come tomorrow, been a long day and need to keep the carpel tunnel at bay.
Sunday morning, after getting about 3 hrs of sleep (very anxious, sleep did not come easy) i wake up at 245am. I stumble about trying to fix the Good Morning Juice through some very reluctant eyeballs.
At 4am its off to the airport. I stand outside smoking a butt still trying to pull my wits together enough to get through the check in/security ordeal. All goes well, They didn't find anything over 3 liquid ounces that may make the plane explode so, on to the plane and off to the North.
After a brief stop in Atlanta, off to Rochester NY. When we land the pilot comes on the mic and says something that sounded like the Peanuts "waa whaaa waa whaaa, waa whaa". I turned to the woman next to me and ask, "what did he say?" She responds with it's clear and 58 degrees.
SWEET MERCY! 58 degrees and here I am in shorts and a short sleeve shirt. Thankfully I brought some leather.
So we all deplane and I'm walking through the airport and spot a guy that was on my flight....Dude, 'cuse me, where's the baggage claim? "Follow me, I'm going that way" Cool....a local. So we walk a short way and he points me down a corridor and says, just follow the signs and you're all set. OK, thanks man, but I've got one more question for you....where is the shuttle? He looked a little confused and asked me "what shuttle?" Why, the shuttle to the main terminal, says I. The guy started laughing and said, "Dude, there is not shuttle, this is the airport, we're not that big here". Oh, thanks for helping me out.
I stand outside looking like a kook with my white cargo shorts, sneakers and leather jacket on. Folks are driving by me staring, prolly thinking, he must not be from around here.
I'm waiting outside the terminal at the arriving flights curb waiting for the Mama to pick me up and my cell phone rings. "Dale, it's Mom....I'm here and don't see you...wave your arms." I do.
Again, more staring cause there's not another vehicle around. Turns out, Mom is waiting for me in the departing flights section......we laugh, I continue to wait and shiver while being looked at like I just came out of a manhole.
Mom finds me and we take the 'hella scenic' route back to Geneva. I keep asking whats up for the afternoon and dinner and she's just real vague....."we'll figure something out".
So we get to her new house and there are my cousins waiting in her backyard for me. The smiles were incredible to see. After a lot of hugs, tears I got the plan....they had planned a big ole BBQ in my honor (choke, sniff). I haven't seen some off my peeps in well over a decade. I 'remet' their kids, now grown adults and marveled at how much they'd all aged.
When I used to go see my cousins we'd always hang and then go out partying....now we did what they do now......yep....BINGO! Shhhh, If you tell anyone, I'll call ya a liar to your face!
More to come tomorrow, been a long day and need to keep the carpel tunnel at bay.
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