June 25, 2004
||Mommy had made it through 3/4 of a century and still had the gutts to wear purple! Brother Darrel phoned me in May and said he wanted to surprise the Old One and have us all get together for the milestone. So I drove back from Virginia, Darrel drove down from Indianapolis, and Brenda drove over from a few miles down the road (with children). We all got together at Sandy's Pizza in Ft. Branch, Indiana where Mommy grew up, along with Aunt Rosalyn and Olivia. We stuffed our faces with pizza and then began chewing. I managed to zoom in far enough to count the lines on Mom's face. Hmmm...do you see more than 75? Could she have been lying about her age?|
The visit to Indiana was fun, and the drive into town was too. I'd discovered diet Redbull energy drink. Wow! I wanted to drive another 13 hours!
In highschool my love was electronics. I'd built a small keyboard synthesizer from scratch, loved jamming my sister's radio station, and was a menace. But that was 20 years ago. I'd since taken up bicycle racing, which, at the age of 38, with my record, I'd be lucky to make $30 a month. And I was just too old. That was out of the question. I was a better runner than cyclist but then again, I didn't like running much and at the amateur level you need other income. I'd been out of electronics for so long I didn't even know if I liked it. I also enjoyed drawing, drafting, creating models of vehicles I designed out of cereal boxes, making musical spoofs...
I dropped by Knoxville, Tennessee on the way back to Virginia but not before visiting my good friend Hope in Kentucky. For the sake of privacy she asked not to be shown here. She met Gizmo for the first time and her doggy attacked, but they made up and all was well. Then on to Knoxville.
However, I had no problem getting Gizmo into a motel...I asked the lady at the counter if they allowed dogs...and she replied,"Hmmm...I don't know...let me see him". As soon as I pulled Gizmo out of the car and she laid eyes on him it was like butter under a heat lamp. It was all,"Oh my! Let me hold him! He's so adorable! Goochie goochie..." He was walking on the check-in counter and maids were tickling him. I stood by watching...proud, but alone. No tickles for Mr. Horsey :=(
So I took my tickle-me-Gizmo to a gym next to my motel. The lady at the counter said she couldn't let him in...but then she played with him and called more members of the staff out to see him. I should be getting paid as his agent I think.
I drove through Smoky Mountain National Park with Gizmo at my side. I ended up driving home after a few hours, turning a seven hour trip into one of 14 hours. I took the Blue Ridge Parkway all the way back, passing through Roanoke and going through some memories.