I’m alone in a diner in Butler, Indiana, eating potato soup and an
egg salad sandwich and drinking coffee.
I considered one last beery lunch, but I’m already dazed from four hours of pounding into a hard and rainy headwind.
boathouse, on Lake Erie.
Though it was organized as a homecoming thing, there wasn’t
any ticker tape.
jumping off point to talk about their own travels. So the more exotic the
travel, the less they care.
too. I had to show my life insurance agent an electronic map to prove that traveling
to Nova Scotia didn’t mean leaving North America.)
Cleveland bar, a federal investigation of Cuyahoga County politicians, and the locally relevant topic: how guys
got their fingers cut off. (At one point in the party, there were three guests
with missing digits. Cleveland is a tough town.)
Tommy and I took the dog and a bottle down to the beach and talked about the
trip—the high points and low points, what the whole thing had meant, what an insufferable know-it-all dick Tommy really is, and how it all came to a head one night
on a pool table in Binghamton, New York ….
I’m
squarely back into the disorganized daily churn of ambition versus money, small
pleasures, regular chores, pointless guilt, bad habits, familiar worries, self-doubt,
occasional panic, exceptions to rules, special favors, other people, tight
schedules, awkward moments, boring mornings, unplanned-for joy and the
whispering hint of a toothache.
Gave it a focus—the broad focus of the years and months and weeks of laying the
groundwork at home and at work, logistical planning, emotional preparation.
motorcycle and ride. Take spontaneous detours, or stop only for gas: your call.
is.
But I'm not selling the motorcycle.
Kristen says
Here’s the best line from this post for me:
“I had to show my life insurance agent an electronic map to prove that traveling to Nova Scotia didn’t mean leaving North America.”
You myopic, insular Americans are so cute!
P.S. That video of Scout welcoming you home is just the BEST! I’ll be smiling remembering it all day long!
Eileen B. says
What a great video. That’s how I imagine heaven will be one day – reuniting with our loved ones who’ve gone before us.
David Murray says
Kristen, it makes me smile too.
Eileen, that is a very very nice thing to think about.
David Murray says
Brazen Careerist and travel-hater Penelope Trunk has an item that complements my sentiments in a way.
http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/2009/08/17/4-reasons-travel-for-fun-is-a-waste-of-time/#comments
Jason says
David, anyone who can watch that video of Scout and not smile even a little bit is without a soul.
It reminds me of something my grandfather told my mother when she asked him why he has so damn resistant to leaving the house he had lived in for almost 60 years. His response – “Sometimes, late at night, I close my eyes and can still hear the sound of little feet scurrying down the hall to greet me after coming home from work. If I leave this house, I’m afraid I won’t hear that any more.”
David Murray says
Wow, Jason. You’re making me nostalgic for Scout already. Thanks for that story.
Matt says
Thanks for sharing this great story.
Matt.