Off the road again

Home again. Lost a couple of days there, what with driving ten hours a day and all and getting to some place and then getting some dinner and well, then it was time to get some shut eye. But got home Saturday afternoon after a drive that included all of the New Jersey Turnpike, a drive I used to make regularly in my art-delivery days, taking artworks back and forth between Washington, D.C. and New York City. Turnpike looked better than ever, but one thing: no self service gas at the rest areas. No. Full serve. So we sat in our car for twenty–20!–minutes waiting for the attendant to get to us. Talk about ridiculous. One guy in an SUV behind us finally had enough and jumped out of his car and pumped his own gas. Man, did the attendant get pissy about that! And I’m thinking, ‘I should have done that,’ but then I’m more worried about how bad the gas attendant will feel if I pump my own gas. If I do that, his job has no meaning. Though his job has no meaning anyway. If Full Serve is the only option, then it better be better than Self Serve. And this wasn’t. Does Tony Soprano have anything to do with this Full-Serve-only situation?

(Okay, I know I’ve been obsessed about gasoline. That happens when you drive 500+ miles a day for four days straight.)

That day we left Little Rock, Arkansas, we stopped in Tennessee for lunch. Hurricane Mills, Tennessee, home of Loretta Lynn’s Kitchen. The decision went like this. It was time for lunch, I saw a Food sign listing the usual suspects (McDonald’s, Wendy’s, etc.) and then “Loretta Lynn’s Kitchen.” Is Loretta Lynn a good cook? I don’t know, but I suspect her lunch will be more interesting than McDonald’s, so I drive past the golden arches and left up the hill to Loretta’s. Buffet lunch: fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, collard greens, salad, jello, biscuits. I think there’s enough bad stuff on the deep fried chicken to jack up my cholesterol about 48 points, but the collard greens will save me. I don’t know why, but I’m under the impression that those dark leafy vegetables will save me from cancer and other forms of early and unnatural death. Though the stuff has been boiled to within an inch of its life. Still, ‘collard greens.’ Gotta be good for you. It’s like greens that have been reined in, brought under control, and given life-saving qualities.

Here are pictures of me and my dad at Loretta’s. Taken with his cell phone.
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I don’t know what’s going on with our mouths. Must have something to do with the collard greens.

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One response to “Off the road again

  1. How cool is your Dad – having a cell phone that takes pictures!