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The twelfth trip south (TS_12) will be, in many ways, the reverse of TS_11. It will take a week and most (but not all) of the nights will be with family and friends. But there will be a bit of sightseeing on this trip – two days in the Outer Banks of NC. Then there will be two nights with Marlene’s son and his wife in Acworth GA and three nights with John and Deb in Brooksville.
The first hop will be VERY long – almost 12 hours of driving. And it will be expensive as we will pay tolls on that hop, including about a $20 toll for the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel. The other two hops will be toll-free. Gas will continue to be expensive and the hotel will be over $300 so it will be more pricey than TN_12.
Our home for a week in Worcester MA was the home of my brother-in-law, Ray, and his lovely wife, Kim. It was mostly a stay-at-home week, but the main reason for even being in MA was my 55th college reunion. Or, more specifically, a fraternity reunion that coincided with my 55th college reunion. There were 14 young men in that freshman class in the fraternity (which is a living group, so I lived with most of these men for 4 years and a couple of them for a few years more). I met them all 59 years ago. Three are deceased, two were unable to travel due to illness and one living on the west coast simply couldn’t make it. That left 8 of us to drink and eat for all 14, both at the Friday night gathering at the home of Bob Wilson in Weston MA and the dinner at Oscar’s in Dedham MA on Saturday night. We were joined at the dinner by the brother of one of the deceased brothers (a brother brother?), his wife and two widows. It was a very nice weekend with some very dear old friends, most of whom, thankfully, looked quite healthy and fit.
Video chat in WestonAfter dinner in Dedham
The video chat Friday night was with Walter Edridge, our freshman pledge trainer – kind of a “house father” to us all. He is nearly 80, in poor health and in an assisted living facility in Baton Rouge LA. It was nice to see and speak to him again, though his condition was sobering to all of us approaching his age.
Ray is not in the best of health, either. He recently spent 10 days in the hospital with what was eventually diagnosed as a rare bacterial infection of the spine. He was on 3-times-a-day infusions of heavy duty antibiotics the entire week we were there, finishing the day before we left. We certainly hope the medicine did its job and he will fully recover. I need him. He is more of a brother to me than my biological brothers.
Kim was, as always, an incredible hostess, serving us some amazing home-cooked meals. Becky bonded with both and became Ray’s emotional support animal.
Kim in the kitchenRay with new buddy BeckySleeping Ray and Becky
Marlene more than earned our keep by sewing some custom pillows. Hard work but they turned out beautifully.
Marlene’s pillow creations.
We made a pilgrimage to Kimball Farm in Westford MA on our last full day in Worcester. The seafood there is wonderful (and wonderfully expensive) and the ice cream is arguably the best I have ever had.
This was a quick trip north. No sightseeing. Just a few days with friends and family.
By the numbers:
7 days, 6 nights in 3 hops, 1383 route miles (461 miles per hop)
40 extra miles
45.2 gallons of fuel (31.5 miles per gallon)
Total fuel cost: $144.65 ($3.20 per gallon)
No tolls
No hotels
Highlights:
Seeing our friends John and Deb in Brooksville FL shortly after their return from TX.
Seeing Jett’s sons, Devin and Josh, and their families.
Spending time with Devin and Mary’s neighbors, Angie and Nassar. Very interesting people.
Lowlights:
The LONG trip up I-95. This route is never fun and there was a lot of construction and one serious accident near Savannah GA that necessitated a short detour.
The high gas prices (thanks to the idiotic Iran war).
Planned and actual routes:
TN_12 planTN_12 actual
The greatest deviations from the plan occurred north of Brooksville FL where we didn’t get on ether I-75 or I-10 and north of Dumfries VA where we took a westerly route up US 15.
576 miles via VA 234, VA 28, VA 7, US 15, I-83, I-78, I-287, I-95, I-495 (west of Boston), MA 9 and US 20. Auto miles 596. Cumulative hop miles: 1611. Cumulative auto miles: 1631. The 20 non-hop miles were due to a trip to the casino near Montclair VA.
This was another very long, very tiring day of driving. Door-to-door time was about 13 hours, but that included a short visit with an old college friend in Franklin MA, a quick shopping trip at Sam’s Club in Harrisburg PA and a lunch/bio break stop in NY.
The trip began in a light rain and there were several spotty showers along the way. Traffic was heavy and the GPS was frequently disconnecting, which was very annoying. As a result of the GPS problem we traveled farther east on I-78 than I had originally planned, which probably added some unnecessary miles and minutes. All-in-all it wasn’t a pleasant trip. But we arrived safely.
We stayed with Jett’s son Devin and daughter-in-law Mary for 3 nights in Montclair VA. They took us to dinner at the new casino on the second night (thank you!) and dined with Jett’s other son and his wife there. The company and the meal were both good but the casino wasn’t. Both Marlene and I lost money.
Marlene went to the other VA casino – MGM – the second full day there – with Angie, Devin’s neighbor. She won her money back there. I stayed home and did mostly useful things, including reading (see the preceding book review).
Now we will spend a week with Jett’s brother, Ray, and his wife, Kim. I will attend some 55th college reunion events.
This is the first of a series of 6 “forgotten man” books by Miller. The forgotten man is cast in the image of Jack Reacher – an iconoclast loner who roams the world, carrying few possessions, owning nearly nothing. But trouble finds him and he has an almost supernatural ability to deal with trouble in an ultra-violent way, without repercussions.
The forgotten man is Steve Rawlings, a man with a history of clandestine operations, mostly in Central and South America. Because of his past he is able to get some assistance when needed from his old colleagues in the CIA. That assistance comes in handy in this case.
The story begins with a late-night secret drilling operation in western Wyoming, followed shortly by some strong-arming of the rancher who owns that land. With the assistance of a local banker who calls in the rancher’s loan, some threats from a neighbor that keep the rancher from hiring the help he needs to get his cattle to market and a beating that prevents him from doing it himself, the rancher is facing the loss of everything he owns.
But Steve Rawlings is there to help. With the assistance of his CIA buddies, the bad guys start disappearing. The banker and the other rancher die violent deaths and their bodies are never found, thanks to the CIA’s cleanup team. Then Steve goes after the drilling company. Which turns out to be more than just a drilling company.
The violence is graphic but is balanced by the oh-so-sweet dialog between Steve and the rancher and his wife. Oddly, the book never misses an opportunity to let us know when Steve pees (but never when he poops – maybe he has a blockage?). And the transition from “thanks, ma’am” to an ice pick in the ear is stark.
I find the writing style odd, but the story is interesting. And I learned quite a bit about cattle ranching and horsemanship.
This was a LONG day of travel – over 14 hours door-to-door. 839 miles via US 19, FL 24, US 331, US 301, I-95 and VA 234 with a short detour near Savannah GA, several construction delays, fueling stops in FL and NC and a lunch break in SC. Total miles: 1042 Total hop miles: 1035. The extra 7 miles were the result of a trip to Walmart in Brooksville to get an iron.
The iron wasn’t for us – it was for our host, Deb. But Marlene used it to iron the curtains that she made for their living room and bedroom. Earning our keep.
I helped Deb hang some of those curtains but mostly I hung out with John watching Ink Master. I learned what makes a good tattoo.
We played card both nights – hand, knee and foot. We hadn’t played since we visited them in TX last year. As usual, Marlene and Deb whipped John and me. Frustrating.
Sleeping Becky
The trip was grueling, as expected. We got off at 6:06am which was earlier than I expected. But the trip was slower than it should have been, as is usually the case on I-95. That road is ALWAYS under construction. And the final 10-minute deal before our destination – apparently for a “DUI checkpoint” (I wasn’t stopped) was just annoying.
196 miles via FL-80, I-75, FL 52 and local roads. This was a simple hop marred only by some slowdowns in Sarasota and Tampa. We were surprised that our destination was 28 miles from I-75. But there were few turns and the roads were good.
We stopped twice before we got on I-75 – first to get a bottle of Crown Royal as a housewarming gift, then a stop at my RV to get my laptop backup disk drive (because I neglected to do the backup on June 1) and my insulated drink cup. I also took the opportunity to wash the dishes that I had left in the sink. Or, to give credit where credit is due, Marlene washed the dishes.
Otherwise it was a simple, straight shot. We arrived exactly when we said we would: 6pm.
Britt Shelley is a young, ambitious television news reporter in Charleston SC. She is a rising star. But she goes to a party hosted by her old friend and occasional lover, Jay Burgess, has a drink and wakes up the next morning, naked, in bed with Jay. A very dead Jay. Jay, who had told her that he was dying and had something to tell her. Something big. Something that would make her a star at the television station. But instead of a juicy story she has become a suspect in a very suspicious death.
Things only get worse from there. She is kidnapped by Raley Gannon, a fire investigator who, it turns out, had had a similar experience – having a drink and waking up in bed with a dead woman. What was going on? Soon attempts would be made to kill both of them. They needed to hide and needed to team up to find out why their lives were being threatened.
It all had something to do with a fire at an old police station 5 years earlier. But what was the connection? Unraveling that secret – and following the pair through a series of harrowing adventures – is what this book is about.
The solution was not the most surprising I have ever encountered and some of the plot stretched my credulity. But not bad.
This is the third of the three books in Catton’s American Civil War Trilogy. It covers from 1864 to the end of the war. As with the other two volumes, it provided me with a new perspective on the Civil War.
What did I learn?
Braxton Bragg was a lousy general. Which makes me wonder why Fort Bragg is not only named after a Confederate general but a lousy Confederate general.
Sherman’s “march to the sea” was instrumental in ending the war. But it was made possible by the attrition in the Confederate and massive resource advantages of the North that wore the South down.
In 1864, as in the previous years of the war, poor military leadership on both sides prolonged the war. In hindsight this war should have lasted a year. Two years tops.
Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves as an act that was necessary to win the war but was personally in favor of exiling all Negroes to a remote land. When that proved infeasible he reluctantly accepted that they must become full citizens, complete with equal education and the right to vote (for the men).
Full equality for Negroes was a bridge too far for most Northerners and nearly all Southerners. When Lincoln was assassinated, the idea of full equality died with him. And that is still an issue for the US some 180 years later.
This trilogy is long – almost 1,500 pages. But it is well-written and it was a pleasure to read. Informative and pleasurable – a good combination.
We started the day at 6:30am, finishing our packing (just the little bag and backpack – we packed the large bag last night and put it out to be taken ashore). We had breakfast with Paul and Carol and wished them well on their much longer (about 11 hours) drive home. Then we disembarked, found our large bag, found our parking shuttle van, got to the parking lot and were relieved that the car started without a problem.
It was a cloudy day with a few light showers. But traffic was moderate and we made it home with only a brief stop in LaBelle to check out what new treasures Goodwill had to offer. Marlene bought nothing while I took a brief nap. We were home by noon.
The route was the same as the route we took to get to Port Canaveral, in reverse, except that we did not go to Cape Coral to retrieve Becky – 207 miles. Marlene will get Becky on Monday.
So what was good about this Venezia cruise? The band, Mocha City, for sure. This was probably the best band we have ever had on a cruise. The food was good and the ports – Amber Cove, San Juan and St Thomas – were all enjoyable. It was fun experiencing them with Paul and Carol.
And the negatives? The casino, after the third day, was brutal. And the late night buffet never offered anything remotely appetizing.