When you buy your tickets, the trip seems so far off. How can you ever wait that long, you think. It’ll take forever.
Well, today is forever. One more list, say my goodbyes, and climb onto a plane at midnight.
Will I document my every step away? Give you glimpses of life in Arkansas, Indiana, and all points between? Time will tell. I’ll snap some photos, observe the native life, and search out whatever oddities I can find. Maybe I’ll be talked into that F1 race in Indianapolis, where a person can photograph more waxy shine then in all the foreheads in all the junior highs in all the land. Ahhh, the sweet, smell of automotive history. Walk through those speedway gates for a day and you come out almost believing that man’s greatest achievement is the automobile. I wonder if our seats will be near those same Brazilians we sat by two years ago. They were fun drunks. I liked the way they taunted my friend for his allegiance to the wrong driver. I, of course, was noncommittal. A diplomat in all matters, even the Formula One racing circuit.
Today:
- Out to breakfast with the boy
- Help with school field day (last day of school today) from 9:30 to 11:00
- Post Office
- Return 8 calls
- Rental center - make future arrangements
- Two banks to check irrigation systems
- Install irrigation controller on another job
- Guys’ lists for my time away
- Pack
- Payroll
- Pick up boy from school - 3:30
- Farewell stuff - 3:30 to 9:00
- Drive to airport
- Endure numerous searches
- Fly all night