McCormick and his Reaper
I just got home and am happy to be here, but the trip was fantastic and my hands weren't nearly as sweaty driving back as they were driving there, so I guess by using it, I didn't lose it. And other than proving to myself (and the general driving public) that I can still navigate long distances, I also learned the following along the way:
- It took eight states to get me where I was going and back. Those states, in order of when I first encountered them, are Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and South Carolina. Tennessee and West Virginia were surprises as I didn't pay very close attention to the map.
- Cyrus McCormick, the inventor of the mechanical reaper, actually had a farm and it still exists in either North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, or South Carolina. Again, I really had no idea where I was for much of my trip (Thanks to Tom).
- I tend to have to pee about every two hours.
- Whereas when I was younger and a trucker honked at me, I knew he was flirting. Now, it means I've left my trunk open.
- There was an NPR station available during the entire five days I was traveling in all eight states, and, except for all that time they wasted playing classical music, I was mightily educated and entertained. I've never been happier to be a liberal.
- My hair has more volume up north than it does down south, which is a surprise because of the humidity we have. For the middle part of my trip, I looked like I'd been involved in an unfortunate vacuum cleaner accident.
- My brother is much richer than I am.
- My friend, Nancy, is a better hostess than I am.
- No matter what Tom says, I should never, ever drive 55 miles per hour in the left lane of the Capital Beltway during rush hour.
- Extra large panties fit me quite well, although I believe spring colors make my butt look smaller.
- And finally, I don't think Tom and I will make it as a couple. Toward the end of our trip, I could detect the tiniest little whine in his voice when I didn't do exactly what he said. I don't want to get to the point in our relationship where he starts telling me which way the stove is (turn right and turn right again) so I can fry him up some bacon and hash browns. I think it would be best if we are just traveling buddies.