Zach LarkinsA SUNDAY DRIVE
I've been in a bit of a funk lately so today I packed the wifey in the car and headed out.
"Ridin' along in my automobile,
My baby beside me at the wheel,
Cruisin' and listenin' to the radio,
With no particular place to go"
Chuck Berry
We headed out of town, just following our noses. A couple of iced caps from Timmies, a CD in the player, the AC set and away we went. It didn't matter where. It didn't matter why. It didn't matter how long it might us to get..............wherever.
I found some backroads through the county and went down them. It's a great way to go exploring. They don't show up on any maps and you never know where you're going to end up. You and the dusty road. Passing by some farmhouses now and then. Wondering why the owners try to hang on. It cost them more to produce the crops they raise than they'll ever get for it at the market. You can almost see their kids heading out the door to get a job in the city at some office, some factory, someplace, anyplace that will provide them a living wage. Look, over there. An old barn. Is that 20 years old or 100? There's one advertising handicrafts for sale. The next wants you to stop in to buy some apple cider. Oh, here's one that says there's a flea market with antiques just through the doors. Let's stop in and take a look.
"Longfellow seranade,
Such were the plans I made,
You know I born for a night like this,
Warmed by a stolen kiss,
For she was a lonely, and I was lonely"
Neil Diamond
A bit further down the road we come to a small town. You know the type. No Wal-Marts, Home Depots or Costcos. A town where you have to actually walk from the hardware store to the butcher shop to the dry cleaners. There's the local haberdashery, looking kind of seedy as people around here just don't buy new hats and ties every day. It sits beside the real estate office which sits next to the newspaper office. Yeah, that same newspaper that hires one guy to handle everything from the latest pork prices to the big fire last night to the barn dance announcement to the obituaries and puts it all in his weekly report for you to read.
"Roll me away,
I want you to roll me away tonight"
Bob Seger
You stop in at the local diner. Yeah, that's the one. The one where Mabel pours you a coffee without having been asked and inquires "What'll ya have, sweetie?" Or ‘dear' or ‘honey'. The joints filled with farmers bitching about the prices they're getting for their produce or arguing about whether a John Deere combine beats a Massey-Ferguson. There's a couple of old ladies gossiping at the next table and complaining todays kids don't know what manners are. There's a fellow in the back booth too busy reading his paper to notice the world passing him by. The kind of place where you're going to get the two eggs (over easy, please) three strips of bacon, toast (white and dry, thank you) and a tomato juice for breakfast at $2.95. Later in the afternoon, they'll serve you a greasy hamburger with a humongous side order of fries that is just so gooooooood and you know you've lubed your innards more than your car will ever be treated to but you just have to have it and damn the consequences. Yeah, that place.
"Oh Nimbus, have someone, have someone,
Who'll never take advantage,
Of a love bright as the sun,
Someone to understand them,
And you just may be the one"
The Monkees
And so we left. Walked out of the air conditioned little diner hoping the trip home wouldn't be too long so that we could strip down to our ‘around the house clothes' and relax. And we did get home. And we did strip down. And no, we didn't put the TV on. We put another CD in the player, fixed a couple of drinks and went and sat on the patio and reflected. And without a word spoken, we both knew we hadn't done a damn thing today to benefit society. But we still did have a hell of a great day.
We had a nap because you can do that on Sundays. Monday always comes too soon, so enjoy the time you can spend doing nothing with each other. She's still asleep and I figured I'd better write this down before she wakes up or I forget it. God, I love weekends.
"Hey Sunday sun,
Let's go walkin' and we'll talk about some things,
Kick my shoes off and we'll dream about some dreams,
Got to get away when the world gets on me,
Weekday strings tie me down,
But this one day, baby, I can fly"
Neil Diamond
"Ridin' along in my automobile,
My baby beside me at the wheel,
Cruisin' and listenin' to the radio,
With no particular place to go"
Chuck Berry
We headed out of town, just following our noses. A couple of iced caps from Timmies, a CD in the player, the AC set and away we went. It didn't matter where. It didn't matter why. It didn't matter how long it might us to get..............wherever.
I found some backroads through the county and went down them. It's a great way to go exploring. They don't show up on any maps and you never know where you're going to end up. You and the dusty road. Passing by some farmhouses now and then. Wondering why the owners try to hang on. It cost them more to produce the crops they raise than they'll ever get for it at the market. You can almost see their kids heading out the door to get a job in the city at some office, some factory, someplace, anyplace that will provide them a living wage. Look, over there. An old barn. Is that 20 years old or 100? There's one advertising handicrafts for sale. The next wants you to stop in to buy some apple cider. Oh, here's one that says there's a flea market with antiques just through the doors. Let's stop in and take a look.
"Longfellow seranade,
Such were the plans I made,
You know I born for a night like this,
Warmed by a stolen kiss,
For she was a lonely, and I was lonely"
Neil Diamond
A bit further down the road we come to a small town. You know the type. No Wal-Marts, Home Depots or Costcos. A town where you have to actually walk from the hardware store to the butcher shop to the dry cleaners. There's the local haberdashery, looking kind of seedy as people around here just don't buy new hats and ties every day. It sits beside the real estate office which sits next to the newspaper office. Yeah, that same newspaper that hires one guy to handle everything from the latest pork prices to the big fire last night to the barn dance announcement to the obituaries and puts it all in his weekly report for you to read.
"Roll me away,
I want you to roll me away tonight"
Bob Seger
You stop in at the local diner. Yeah, that's the one. The one where Mabel pours you a coffee without having been asked and inquires "What'll ya have, sweetie?" Or ‘dear' or ‘honey'. The joints filled with farmers bitching about the prices they're getting for their produce or arguing about whether a John Deere combine beats a Massey-Ferguson. There's a couple of old ladies gossiping at the next table and complaining todays kids don't know what manners are. There's a fellow in the back booth too busy reading his paper to notice the world passing him by. The kind of place where you're going to get the two eggs (over easy, please) three strips of bacon, toast (white and dry, thank you) and a tomato juice for breakfast at $2.95. Later in the afternoon, they'll serve you a greasy hamburger with a humongous side order of fries that is just so gooooooood and you know you've lubed your innards more than your car will ever be treated to but you just have to have it and damn the consequences. Yeah, that place.
"Oh Nimbus, have someone, have someone,
Who'll never take advantage,
Of a love bright as the sun,
Someone to understand them,
And you just may be the one"
The Monkees
And so we left. Walked out of the air conditioned little diner hoping the trip home wouldn't be too long so that we could strip down to our ‘around the house clothes' and relax. And we did get home. And we did strip down. And no, we didn't put the TV on. We put another CD in the player, fixed a couple of drinks and went and sat on the patio and reflected. And without a word spoken, we both knew we hadn't done a damn thing today to benefit society. But we still did have a hell of a great day.
We had a nap because you can do that on Sundays. Monday always comes too soon, so enjoy the time you can spend doing nothing with each other. She's still asleep and I figured I'd better write this down before she wakes up or I forget it. God, I love weekends.
"Hey Sunday sun,
Let's go walkin' and we'll talk about some things,
Kick my shoes off and we'll dream about some dreams,
Got to get away when the world gets on me,
Weekday strings tie me down,
But this one day, baby, I can fly"
Neil Diamond
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great write!
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Ruby, I live in the concrete jungle myself. I have to because somebody said I have to make a living, earn my own keep and all that other crap. So getting away from it, if even for just a day, well, it sure helps to calm and relax you. There's nothing wrong with going to a new place and enjoying the scenery passing by as you go, but to just go blindly 'where no man has gone before' is a lot more exciting and fun.
Thanks for the comments, both of you. Take care.
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Thanks for the comment. I'm glad I got to entertain you.
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I haven't been anywhere. I kept on blogging here and wondered where you got to. I thought you were off on a jaunt with your Dad in Africa again.
Take care and I'll talk to you soon.
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My Spanish is getting better and better, but I still need John Sr. around to translate!
Have a fantastic trip--pick out some good tunes.
If you want some adrenaline, may I suggest "Roadhouse Blues" by the Doors....
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I've never been to Mexico but I do know a lot of people who have been there. Why not write about it and let the world know something about it other than Cancun and Acapulco? It would be an education for all of us.
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The male mystique
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Tales From The Green Lantern
The Florida Keys and Everglades
The Black Sheep Chronicles
What constitutes bad manners?
The male mystique
Debate Fan
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