Still On Tour
Wednesday a few of us flew from Milwaukee to northern Georgia in my client’s corporate conveyance to work the rest of the week at their plant here.
I must say, it’s nice not to have to deal with airports, security and middle seats. Tonight, I’m headed for my brother’s place near Atlanta, where I’ll stay until Sunday morning, when I’ll fly (commercial from ATL :-( ) back to Seattle.
I didn’t realize when I made my travel plans that this was Easter weekend. I recall another Easter I spent in the deep south, when I was about 5. I was traveling with my grandparents on a vacation trip from Ohio to Gulfport, MS and New Orleans. We were traveling by car, of course, in the pre-Interstate days. The Saturday night before Easter, we stayed in a motel somewhere in Alabama, and I was more than a little worried. I had left a note at home for the Easter Bunny telling him I’d be on my trip, but I was pretty sure that he’d miss me in such transient lodgings.
I woke - early, of course - and cast my eyes around the darkened room looking for basket-shaped shadows. Seeing none, I resigned myself to a sugar-free morning. Later, when were all just waking up, I must have told my grandparents my tale of woe, and they commiserated for a few minutes. Then my grandfather frowned and reached down to the foot of his bed, and retrieved an egg (I believe I’d colored some eggs before I left home, but I’m not sure). This disclosure led to a joyous hunt around the room, which turned up the requisite chocolate and sugary goodies. We attended a rural church service, and headed for the Gulf.
I forgot to leave a note back in Seattle for the Easter Bunny before embarking on this trip, however. If you read my blog, Mr. Bunny, leave your coordinates in the comments, and I’ll see if I can get you a ride in the plane shown above. You may have to listen to a short presentation on vinyl building materials.
