Finally Some Good News
The field East of the Swafford Chapel drive. Chuck Pace © 2007
Wedding Day. Just as we arrived, the reason for the day, the day of reason arrived.
Back at Hiawatha Manor Condos I was waking up like a regular work day. My biological clock programmed to get me to work on time would definitely get me to the Church on time. Jenni and I had twin beds, she fell asleep quickly in hers the night before. I was too wound up, tossed and turned until my clock-spring insides wound down and eventually I gave way to sleep. Too soon I was up again, I awoke at 7:20 EDT and went upstairs and out onto the deck with the laptop, where I wrote. I watched resort golfers, and eventually decided I would have resort to getting coffee, half and half and breakfast treats. I knew the way to the Wal-Marks from the previous evenings frustration exploration.
I wasted an hour showering, shaving and cleaning up and then went back into the bedroom, where I accidentally woke Jenni. Apprised of my morning plan she wanted to go too. This usually means I would have time to go and come back before she is ready. So I sat and read for a few minutes in the BMW 5 series brochure I had acquired on Friday while I was waiting for my minor services to become a major headache.
Jenni was ready in just a few minutes, a Major Mason Family Miracle, and we were off to Wally world for Folger's gourmet decaf, half and half, splenda, orange juice and baked breakfast treats. On the drive to the wedding Peggy told us that they had offered to get a condo for John too, so that he could ride with the family to the wedding, she said his response was, "There is NO WAY I am going to rely on anyone in this family to get me to MY wedding on time. Thus the Major Miracle, I rest my case your honor.
Maggie the oldest younger sister was planted at the piano playing uplifting and romantic tunes waiting for the cue to start the official music. The brother in law of the bride, Patrick Sweeney made a very humorous announcement to all in attendance that Minister Russell Cook (a resident of Knoxville) was lost. Maggie had to reach into her musical bag of tricks and books and vamp for 15 minutes while keeping the theme pure and romantic until the Minister arrived. The ceremony was brief, and Jennifer Yeager became Jennifer Mason the second (since I snagged the original almost 24 years earlier). Once again Mr. Sweeney made his way to the dais in front of the pulpit to give directions to the Yeager house for the reception and festivities, upon completion he turned to Pastor Cook and said "You can follow me."
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Some of the strange grave barrows that dot Sequatchie Valley, there were five or six of this style markers in this small cemetery.
Looking East at the back of the Chapel, with more of the strange Barrow style grave markers, was there a lady in red by the church, or was it just a halloween thing?
Southern Comfort (Pt. 3), Baby You Can Drive My Car
I was sitting in the leather recliner thinking what were the chances of us making it to Tennessee in the truck, Jenni was calling D&R and asking to talk to Mike. Then she called Auto-Zone, Advantage Auto-parts, Advance Auto-parts and O'Reilly Auto Parts trying to find an in-tank BMW fuel pump. The prices ranged from $230.00 to $120.00. Availability of two to three days at some to 10 am Saturday at O'Reilly, who also had the lowest price. Then Jenni had another idea and surfed the web and called some Car rental places and found us the last car on the east side for rental, at least at Budget. The time was 5:35 and they closed at 6:00, so we jumped in the truck and headed west and arrived with 10 minutes to spare, the usual questions were asked, the contract printed and the keys to a cream colored 2008 Chrysler 300 Touring were handed over.
Back home I reloaded all the travel minutia in the trunk, which has a glow in the dark emergency release handle for that pesky mob hit who just won't die. The snacks and drinks were placed inside the cavernous interior, the doggie condo was re-make-shifted and we were out of the house at 6:37. I drove and we listened to Sirius Satellite radio. Jenni navigated with the blessing of Google maps which took us to Crossville Tennessee. We didn't know where we would be staying address wise, and we didn't know the name of the place either.
When we were about 60 miles out Jenni's family started calling her cell to ask where we were. With our google instructions we made it to Crossville without one single miss turn or step. Then the fun started. The directions from Maggie from I-40 exit 322 included such cartographers dream phrases as "drive a bit" and "take the first turn that has a sign for Lake Tansi" and "Look for Dunbar Rd" other key features that were on a 10 x 12 inch map of the entire town and surrounding area were street names that didn't appear on the streets, and no distance scale on the maps legend. Did I mention that we didn't have the map, Maggie did.
We found a Dunbar Lane which dead ended in about a block. We found 392. We were told to take 392 to Lantanna Rd (which as it turns out is highway 101) which is not labeled as Lantanna Rd so we went right through town to the downtown corridor of Crossville. We eventually ended up at the Wal-Mart where they conveniently were out of detailed Crossville maps, they had no Tennessee Maps either. Another call, this time from Bill who said that Lantanna is 101. I remembered a 101 so we backtracked until we found 101 and headed SW on that now looking at every cross street in the dark for Dunbar Rd. and/or the first sign that said Lake Tansi, no one knew the distances and I was forbade to ask . We found the Lake Tansi sign at highway 282 and were instructed that it would be the 4th or 5th right after taking the road with the sign, we went about a mile and a half and studied every right turn like we had for the Dunbar Rd signage which we never found. Eventually we returned to where we turned off, Jenni was talking to Bill yet again who thought we had gone too far, and I again tried to ask a simple question and immediately silenced. I got out of the car to cool off and wandered around the parking area of the Fairyland Dairy store.
There was a police officer with a car pulled over just back north from us, and after he finished with business he came to our rescue. Jenni was out now and we were having a conversation with our hands and had gotten his attention. After a few minutes and our I.D. checks he asked us if we were drinking or fighting. I told him we were just looking for Dunbar Rd and then Jenni added another (previously secret, new) puzzle piece by saying "Cherokee Rd." with that the officer smiled and pointed right to where we just were and said it's right there, just go east about 5 miles. Turns out 282 is Dunbar Rd, a little thing like a road sign could have helped immeasurably. Bill was waiting at the t-road that was just before Cherokee and we followed him about 150 yards to the Condos. Soon we were in the Condo which we shared with David and Laura (Sissy), Jenni's sister and her husband. With the luggage placed in our room we had a glass of wine spent a few minutes to catch up and then we were off to bed.
We arrived at about 11:40 our time (just under 5 hours travel time) and were in bed by 12:15. Thus ended the ordeal laden Friday the 26th (that's like two Friday the 13th's stacked) and the next day was wedding day and more driving. BTW the name of the condo resort turns out to be Hiawatha Manor, we were in building 117, #102 but you can't get there from here.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Back home I reloaded all the travel minutia in the trunk, which has a glow in the dark emergency release handle for that pesky mob hit who just won't die. The snacks and drinks were placed inside the cavernous interior, the doggie condo was re-make-shifted and we were out of the house at 6:37. I drove and we listened to Sirius Satellite radio. Jenni navigated with the blessing of Google maps which took us to Crossville Tennessee. We didn't know where we would be staying address wise, and we didn't know the name of the place either.
When we were about 60 miles out Jenni's family started calling her cell to ask where we were. With our google instructions we made it to Crossville without one single miss turn or step. Then the fun started. The directions from Maggie from I-40 exit 322 included such cartographers dream phrases as "drive a bit" and "take the first turn that has a sign for Lake Tansi" and "Look for Dunbar Rd" other key features that were on a 10 x 12 inch map of the entire town and surrounding area were street names that didn't appear on the streets, and no distance scale on the maps legend. Did I mention that we didn't have the map, Maggie did.
We found a Dunbar Lane which dead ended in about a block. We found 392. We were told to take 392 to Lantanna Rd (which as it turns out is highway 101) which is not labeled as Lantanna Rd so we went right through town to the downtown corridor of Crossville. We eventually ended up at the Wal-Mart where they conveniently were out of detailed Crossville maps, they had no Tennessee Maps either. Another call, this time from Bill who said that Lantanna is 101. I remembered a 101 so we backtracked until we found 101 and headed SW on that now looking at every cross street in the dark for Dunbar Rd. and/or the first sign that said Lake Tansi, no one knew the distances and I was forbade to ask . We found the Lake Tansi sign at highway 282 and were instructed that it would be the 4th or 5th right after taking the road with the sign, we went about a mile and a half and studied every right turn like we had for the Dunbar Rd signage which we never found. Eventually we returned to where we turned off, Jenni was talking to Bill yet again who thought we had gone too far, and I again tried to ask a simple question and immediately silenced. I got out of the car to cool off and wandered around the parking area of the Fairyland Dairy store.
There was a police officer with a car pulled over just back north from us, and after he finished with business he came to our rescue. Jenni was out now and we were having a conversation with our hands and had gotten his attention. After a few minutes and our I.D. checks he asked us if we were drinking or fighting. I told him we were just looking for Dunbar Rd and then Jenni added another (previously secret, new) puzzle piece by saying "Cherokee Rd." with that the officer smiled and pointed right to where we just were and said it's right there, just go east about 5 miles. Turns out 282 is Dunbar Rd, a little thing like a road sign could have helped immeasurably. Bill was waiting at the t-road that was just before Cherokee and we followed him about 150 yards to the Condos. Soon we were in the Condo which we shared with David and Laura (Sissy), Jenni's sister and her husband. With the luggage placed in our room we had a glass of wine spent a few minutes to catch up and then we were off to bed.
We arrived at about 11:40 our time (just under 5 hours travel time) and were in bed by 12:15. Thus ended the ordeal laden Friday the 26th (that's like two Friday the 13th's stacked) and the next day was wedding day and more driving. BTW the name of the condo resort turns out to be Hiawatha Manor, we were in building 117, #102 but you can't get there from here.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Southern Comfort (Pt. 2), Driven to Tears
We made it to Crossville Tennessee before Midnight our time, before 11:00 theirs. That is the optimists record of the event. The Dale Carnegie version. The short and the sweet. Still, there is a little back story necessary here.
Jumping back to (Pt. 1) for a second, a paragraph or a page.
When I wrote the previous post I was sitting at the BMW dealership and service facility. It was before 2:00 and I had not been there very long (I had a 1:30 appointment and barely made it with the traffic on 465 being awful, but that is a drop, let me get the bucket ready). So when I was called back to talk to my personal service rep he was a t lunch, so I got Zack instead, which was fine. I told him I had concerns about the power steering, which was making grinding noises and shaking the steering wheel at slower speeds, plus it had been nearly 6000 miles since my last Oil Change (BMW recommends 7000 mile intervals with their cars and their service and selected oil) and I would be putting on close to 1000 miles on the ride to and fro to Middle Eastern Tennessee for John Mason's wedding to Jennifer Yeager. I created the post below, and since there was no WiFi could not surf or post it at the time. I was told that I would have approximately one hour before they could get to the German Girl, as it was a crazy busy day (They were winterizing lots of German girls, boys and Mini's I reckon), so when 3 PM came and went I was not overly concerned. Around 3:45, after I had haunted the boutique, sales areas and watched all the BMW TV commercials on the in house system, Mike, my personal contact, came over and squatted down next to me at my comfy leather perch and said, "Well here's the deal with the power steering, you have two minor leaks which are still there, we topped off the system and re-pressurized it, but you are due for a flush and general maintenance of the steering system anyway (every two years is the recommended flush/refill cycle). The oil is changed, the service alerts reset and that is ready to go too. Have you been having any problems starting the car?"
I replied truthfully , "no never she starts as soon as you touch the key."
"Ohh," Mike says, "then I think that the electric fuel pump is going out. The guys in the service bay had to tap on the top of the pump motor to get it to start, and they think it is on it's way out."
I reiterated, "I've never had any problems at all, she always starts as soon as you touch the key." Then I told Mike that we were leaving for Tennessee in an hour, "What should I do."
He said. "Take a rubber mallet and tap on the fuel pump motor cap while someone is cranking the motor, it may catch. That's what they had to do to get it started after the oil change. The cover is under the spare tire cover in the trunk."
Another 20 minutes went by before they called my name, I went with the 'guy' who told me that they left her running for fear she wouldn't restart, but I had to go to the cashier. At D&R they always wash the car after servicing it unless you ask them not too, so when I got out to her she was shining and purring but I had new concerns and worries. I got in and drove home without incident, I called Jenni on the way an "heads up-ed her." When I got home I shut her off in the garage. Went in and saw to the packing of my sleep pants, Colts gear and wedding wardrobe. I thought of the warnings and cautions of Mike the BMW guy, went out and started her back up. No problem, I wasn't worried, yet. I went back in finished and loaded the car. She started again, I backed her into the drive and closed the garage. I then prepared a place for Charlie the rat terrier in the garage for a short weekend, and collected the wife and was full of good spirits for a great weekend and a fun drive to Crossville Tennessee with my right arm candy bride. She started again, and ran fine for a few seconds, I released the brake and started down my 18 degree inclined drive where she died before we were completely out of the drive. She sputtered and coughed before her gasp and termination. I tried to re-ignite the passion of six cylinders pumping well over 200 horses worth of power but she wouldn't catch. With half the car in the turnaround in front of the house I had another problem. I emptied the boot (luggage compartment, i.e. trunk) lifted the floor cover and with Jenni cranking malleted the cover cap. She hiccuped a couple of times but refused to budge.
We paused, I disassembled the doggie garage vacation resort spot and ushered him back into la hacienda. I opened the garage and hoped for a few seconds of impetus to get the car up and in before the next phase of the weekend could be considered. Jenni malleted, and I cranked and she grabbed a few times but wouldn't run. Eventually I surrendered to the inevitable, told Jenni to steer as I pushed her back toward the intersection. I had to consider the other problem.
The plan was to align the bumpers and have Jenni push me and the German Girl to the lip of the drive and I would coast up and into the garage and retire her until repairs could be affected. Giving instructions I thought explicit enough Jenni was to come to a rest on the bumper from behind, accelerate as quickly as possible until I reached the driveway incline, and disengage. Instead she got me started, hesitated (instead of maintaining contact), whacked me from behind to resume the push and never got us up to garage re-entry escape velocity.
I had stressed that the driveway was the point of no return and that she was not to push once I was in the driveway because of the angles the taillights and non-bumper areas could be damaged by the truck's bumper. She broke off at the driveway as instructed, so I got the German Girl completely out of the street, which would have to be good enough. I engaged the parking brake, put the car in 1st gear and took the keys out. I was opening the door when Jenni hit us from behind hard enough to crack the bumper in several places, break the 'over the bumper' trim molding and snap my head hard into the seat headrest. Being parked and braked and in gear she only moved a few inches before my yelling could get Jenni to abort the shove.
Jenni started crying, and tried to call her sisters to tell them that we couldn't come. That she (we) would miss her only brother's wedding. She didn't get through to anyone,because they were all at the rehearsal and diner.
Things were looking glum for Jenni, me and the Madchen German Girl. I carried all the luggage and provisions back into the house and chose a spot from which to mope and surrender to my fate.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Jumping back to (Pt. 1) for a second, a paragraph or a page.
When I wrote the previous post I was sitting at the BMW dealership and service facility. It was before 2:00 and I had not been there very long (I had a 1:30 appointment and barely made it with the traffic on 465 being awful, but that is a drop, let me get the bucket ready). So when I was called back to talk to my personal service rep he was a t lunch, so I got Zack instead, which was fine. I told him I had concerns about the power steering, which was making grinding noises and shaking the steering wheel at slower speeds, plus it had been nearly 6000 miles since my last Oil Change (BMW recommends 7000 mile intervals with their cars and their service and selected oil) and I would be putting on close to 1000 miles on the ride to and fro to Middle Eastern Tennessee for John Mason's wedding to Jennifer Yeager. I created the post below, and since there was no WiFi could not surf or post it at the time. I was told that I would have approximately one hour before they could get to the German Girl, as it was a crazy busy day (They were winterizing lots of German girls, boys and Mini's I reckon), so when 3 PM came and went I was not overly concerned. Around 3:45, after I had haunted the boutique, sales areas and watched all the BMW TV commercials on the in house system, Mike, my personal contact, came over and squatted down next to me at my comfy leather perch and said, "Well here's the deal with the power steering, you have two minor leaks which are still there, we topped off the system and re-pressurized it, but you are due for a flush and general maintenance of the steering system anyway (every two years is the recommended flush/refill cycle). The oil is changed, the service alerts reset and that is ready to go too. Have you been having any problems starting the car?"
I replied truthfully , "no never she starts as soon as you touch the key."
"Ohh," Mike says, "then I think that the electric fuel pump is going out. The guys in the service bay had to tap on the top of the pump motor to get it to start, and they think it is on it's way out."
I reiterated, "I've never had any problems at all, she always starts as soon as you touch the key." Then I told Mike that we were leaving for Tennessee in an hour, "What should I do."
He said. "Take a rubber mallet and tap on the fuel pump motor cap while someone is cranking the motor, it may catch. That's what they had to do to get it started after the oil change. The cover is under the spare tire cover in the trunk."
Another 20 minutes went by before they called my name, I went with the 'guy' who told me that they left her running for fear she wouldn't restart, but I had to go to the cashier. At D&R they always wash the car after servicing it unless you ask them not too, so when I got out to her she was shining and purring but I had new concerns and worries. I got in and drove home without incident, I called Jenni on the way an "heads up-ed her." When I got home I shut her off in the garage. Went in and saw to the packing of my sleep pants, Colts gear and wedding wardrobe. I thought of the warnings and cautions of Mike the BMW guy, went out and started her back up. No problem, I wasn't worried, yet. I went back in finished and loaded the car. She started again, I backed her into the drive and closed the garage. I then prepared a place for Charlie the rat terrier in the garage for a short weekend, and collected the wife and was full of good spirits for a great weekend and a fun drive to Crossville Tennessee with my right arm candy bride. She started again, and ran fine for a few seconds, I released the brake and started down my 18 degree inclined drive where she died before we were completely out of the drive. She sputtered and coughed before her gasp and termination. I tried to re-ignite the passion of six cylinders pumping well over 200 horses worth of power but she wouldn't catch. With half the car in the turnaround in front of the house I had another problem. I emptied the boot (luggage compartment, i.e. trunk) lifted the floor cover and with Jenni cranking malleted the cover cap. She hiccuped a couple of times but refused to budge.
We paused, I disassembled the doggie garage vacation resort spot and ushered him back into la hacienda. I opened the garage and hoped for a few seconds of impetus to get the car up and in before the next phase of the weekend could be considered. Jenni malleted, and I cranked and she grabbed a few times but wouldn't run. Eventually I surrendered to the inevitable, told Jenni to steer as I pushed her back toward the intersection. I had to consider the other problem.
The plan was to align the bumpers and have Jenni push me and the German Girl to the lip of the drive and I would coast up and into the garage and retire her until repairs could be affected. Giving instructions I thought explicit enough Jenni was to come to a rest on the bumper from behind, accelerate as quickly as possible until I reached the driveway incline, and disengage. Instead she got me started, hesitated (instead of maintaining contact), whacked me from behind to resume the push and never got us up to garage re-entry escape velocity.
I had stressed that the driveway was the point of no return and that she was not to push once I was in the driveway because of the angles the taillights and non-bumper areas could be damaged by the truck's bumper. She broke off at the driveway as instructed, so I got the German Girl completely out of the street, which would have to be good enough. I engaged the parking brake, put the car in 1st gear and took the keys out. I was opening the door when Jenni hit us from behind hard enough to crack the bumper in several places, break the 'over the bumper' trim molding and snap my head hard into the seat headrest. Being parked and braked and in gear she only moved a few inches before my yelling could get Jenni to abort the shove.
Jenni started crying, and tried to call her sisters to tell them that we couldn't come. That she (we) would miss her only brother's wedding. She didn't get through to anyone,because they were all at the rehearsal and diner.
Things were looking glum for Jenni, me and the Madchen German Girl. I carried all the luggage and provisions back into the house and chose a spot from which to mope and surrender to my fate.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Southern Comfort (Pt. 1)
So it seems like every time before I have to drive to Tennessee I have service issues. Today's are nothing major (I hope) but better safe than sorry. As I write I am sitting at Dreyer & Reinbold waiting for my Girl to get some of her fluids topped (power steering) and others (oil) replaced. After these are taken care of it will be home to pack then southbound again. Jenni's brother John and his betrothed Jennifer are less than 24 hours away from the title man and wife. The wedding is in Pikesville, Tennessee. The reserved rooms for this evening and tomorrow evening are in Crossville. The drive from Indy to Crossville is supposed to take 6 hrs 49 minutes as you are mapped by google. We will see what the actual mileage and time is to the two destinations soon enough. I've never been to either, so it looks to be more new experiences.
Speaking of new experiences, Jenni's dad Bill tells us that the bridge hunter.com link told him that there are two covered bridges in Cheatham county (where the Mason clan reside) that he never knew about. Who knows I might be cataloging more covered bridges in the next few days to add to my growing list of visited and photographed sites. If I have time I may add the latitude and longitudes of those and any in the Knoxville area to my mapping program for future reference.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Speaking of new experiences, Jenni's dad Bill tells us that the bridge hunter.com link told him that there are two covered bridges in Cheatham county (where the Mason clan reside) that he never knew about. Who knows I might be cataloging more covered bridges in the next few days to add to my growing list of visited and photographed sites. If I have time I may add the latitude and longitudes of those and any in the Knoxville area to my mapping program for future reference.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Bridges of Rush County
First stop on the whirl wind tour of Rush Counties in use Covered Bridges
So I went to bed with a week old plan. The plan was to go to Moscow Indiana to find the two tier bridge I heard about last Sunday. Well I'm not married to a 'net geek for nothing, so I went to google and typed in 'Covered Bridges Rush County Indiana' and I found a few sites. The best one, bridge hunter.com, gave me five in Rush county. Five. Even better, the site gives you the GPS coordinates which you can plug into Google, and if you have a google account, you can build your own custom maps. Here I wish to apologize to anybody using dial-up to view these pages, this is a phone connection colossus!
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Bridge number two
I pre-mapped my route, starting at Washington square, I headed east to Charlottesville, then took Carthage Rd to Carthage (an obvious choice I might add) from there to Offutt's Bridge, conveniently located on Offutt Bridge Rd. from there it was a straight shot east again to Norris Ford Covered Bridge, we then backtracked a half mile and headed S/W on Ft.-Wayne Rd to Smith Ford Covered Bridge. Back again to Ft.-Wayne Rd, and into Rushville for a Hawaiian Chicken Sandwich at Hardee's, then S. on IN-3 to W. 600S which winds around and becomes W. 650 S. and runs right next to the Forsythe Mill Covered Bridge. Staying on W.650 s, which winds around some more and becomes S. 500 W, you continue south until you see Skating Rink Rd. a right turn has you going west then diagonally until you see the Moscow Bridge, which is the largest of these 5 bridges all built by the Kennedy's of Rush County between 1886 and 1916. I choose to take STRD-244 to Michigan Rd into Shelbyville, and IN-9 back to US 52 and then home. The trip took about 5 1/2 hours including restroom and restaurant stops, plus time for me to take 124 photos. It was an excellent way to put 125 miles on the car and find more "buried" treasure in the State of my birth and habitation. Plus I get to add Moscow and Rushville to my list of visited Indiana towns.
Bridge number three
Bridge number four
The final Bridge In Moscow.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Miles from Nowhere
Friday. End of the work week. A day after big storms. Expecting temperature highs in the 60's, yesterday I noted 79° temps while driving at lunchtime with my wife. Schizophrenic weather, rough days, longest work day behind. Tonight is another outing and bowling extravaganza, league bowling, that is. Our team "Copies Plus" has been doing pretty well the last few weeks, but we are still very early in the season. I went online to find our standings only to find that they are not published anymore, at least not in any place I can find.
Tomorrow is another day off. It will be welcome. This has been one long week. If the weather is nice (and it should be) it could be Moscow Indiana day, and the elusive covered bridge search.
I've been to Brazil, Warsaw, Peru, Lebanon, Edinburgh, Monticello, Cleveland, Delphi, Angola, Atlanta, Mexico, Florida, Yorktown, Charlottsville, Orleans, Salem, Dublin and Cicero without ever leaving Indiana, I've been to Russiaville, but not Moscow, I've been to Petersburg, but there is no Saint Petersburg. I've been through Windfall without profit. Seen no sign of battle or warfare in two Bunker Hills, shivered in Miami, and looked for water but found not port in Portland. I've not been everywhere but I do get around Indiana.
Well, I digress. That is what I do. Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday. You've changed.
Cat Stevens (Yusef Islam), "Miles from Nowhere"
Miles from nowhere
I guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there
Look up at the mountain
I have to climb
Oh yeah, to reach there.
Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end
Miles from nowhere
Guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there
I creep through the valleys
And I grope through the woods
'cause I know when I find it my honey
It's gonna make me feel good
I love everything
So don't it make you feel sad
'cause I'll drink to you, my baby
I'll think to that, I'll think to that.
Miles from nowhere
Not a soul in sight
Oh yeah, but it's alright
I have my freedom
I can make my own rules
Oh yeah, the ones that I choose
Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end
Miles from nowhere
Guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Tomorrow is another day off. It will be welcome. This has been one long week. If the weather is nice (and it should be) it could be Moscow Indiana day, and the elusive covered bridge search.
I've been to Brazil, Warsaw, Peru, Lebanon, Edinburgh, Monticello, Cleveland, Delphi, Angola, Atlanta, Mexico, Florida, Yorktown, Charlottsville, Orleans, Salem, Dublin and Cicero without ever leaving Indiana, I've been to Russiaville, but not Moscow, I've been to Petersburg, but there is no Saint Petersburg. I've been through Windfall without profit. Seen no sign of battle or warfare in two Bunker Hills, shivered in Miami, and looked for water but found not port in Portland. I've not been everywhere but I do get around Indiana.
Well, I digress. That is what I do. Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday. You've changed.
Cat Stevens (Yusef Islam), "Miles from Nowhere"
Miles from nowhere
I guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there
Look up at the mountain
I have to climb
Oh yeah, to reach there.
Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end
Miles from nowhere
Guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there
I creep through the valleys
And I grope through the woods
'cause I know when I find it my honey
It's gonna make me feel good
I love everything
So don't it make you feel sad
'cause I'll drink to you, my baby
I'll think to that, I'll think to that.
Miles from nowhere
Not a soul in sight
Oh yeah, but it's alright
I have my freedom
I can make my own rules
Oh yeah, the ones that I choose
Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end
Miles from nowhere
Guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Every otherday of the week is fine
The Charlottesville Indiana Strip. Chuck Pace © 2007
Sunday was a rough day. There was no race distraction. There was no Colts game. There was Jenni going to get a hair-cut in Greenfield, only to find that Tina had called in sick. There was Jenni waiting an hour to get her hair
I asked at Peavey's market and fuel stop if there was a covered bridge in the area. The unanimous answer was, "there used to be, but I don't know where." Stepping outside I tried to text Jenni back that we should meet at Culvers for a shake and burger in 45 minutes. I was in a cell phone dead zone, so the message would be sent automatically when I returned to a coverage area. I stopped a total stranger, and asked if he knew of or about the missing bridge. "Yes. But it is gone, but there is a two tiered one in Moscow." He proceeded to tell me how to get to Moscow from Carthage by way of Milroy. I made note of the salient points while not actually having time to track down and uncover the whereabouts of this covered bridge. That will be another days exploration. Back in the car I was looking for fun photo opps while meandering my way back to Greenfield and food. The road from Carthage ended up on US 40 at
Duh! Barns. Keep reading. Fer Cryin out loud.
Charlottesville where I took one of my photos. I found a few others, the electric cows, a couple of dilapidated barns, and a yard full of ghouls in Cleveland (a town barely larger than a canker sore on US 40).
Check It out Soul Bother!
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Summation
10/15/07 07:40 AM | Permalink
You are my one and only.
And you are my only one.
My, and you are only one.
and my, only you are one.
Are you my one and only?
One only, and my you are.
My only, and one you are.
Are you my only, and one?
My only, and are you one!
Only you and my are one.
My! And only one? You are.
And you are my only one.
My, and you are only one.
and my, only you are one.
Are you my one and only?
One only, and my you are.
My only, and one you are.
Are you my only, and one?
My only, and are you one!
Only you and my are one.
My! And only one? You are.
Space and Time continue 'em.
In Denmark Huskerdoo means do you remember? In music it means try to forget (at least the band Huskerdo).Do you remember this song?
Drop me a line from your space in time
Bring me a basket of loot
I'm only trying to make you rhyme
You know, yes you know
We can just sit back and watch us grow
There's so much to be shown
Bring me a scene from your fever dream
Take me alone in the night
I'm only trying to make you right
You know, yes you know
We can just sit back and watch us grow
There's so much to be shown
Ooooh baby, all I'm needing to say
Let me drive all the way
You know, yes you know
We can just sit back and watch us grow
There's so much to be shown
(break-guitar solo time)
You know, yes you know
We can just sit back and watch us grow
We can go baby, well well well baby
Well well well baby
Just sit back and watch us
Just sit back and watch us
Just sit back, oh just sit back, oh
Just sit back, oh just sit back, oh yeah
They are still around now, they are still in Chicago I found out after a quick google search. The members are older than me. Yoikes!
Time In a Bottle
I DREAM OF JEANNIE WITH THE DARK BROWN BREW. Chuck Pace © 2007
Back to the box. Alysha continued to deliver good birthday will to Mike as other members of our party provided more celebration libation to young Mr. Wilson. I got to deliver a special happy birthday wish from the other side of the World from DeAnne Roth who was wining and dining (on peanuts) herself with her friend Kristin in Madrid Spain when I called her at 2:00 EDT. Hey I didn't know she was in Spain, but she did take the call, and was quite amused by my trivial question.
In addition to Mike's birthday it was also Roberts office manager Evie's birthday, and there are at least 4 more to celebrate before November strikes.
Well I have to get out the door or I will most likely miss another birthday celebration. Cheers to all and to all a good night.
I don't think Mike was driving a black van last night.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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Wash, Watch, Waste
Between hand washing the car on Saturday, watching a bunch of the DVR recorded shows from the previous week, the Nascar Race on Sunday and The Colts/Bucs and Bears/Packers contests I wasted too much time to do a reasonable post this last weekend. I did manage to bring the Mention Meter up to the "Chase" phase for public consumption, which is no mean feat I might add, and will be showing the finals in a few days. I think this last quarter may be the last Mention Meter. I have gotten sloppy and infrequent with my posting, and other factors have kept me off the circuit and out of the stream most main, from which the biggest 'ho fish' are to be reeled in, and tossed back. My limited exposure to my constituency in turn limits their exposure on the meter.
Chuck
Chuck