I had a good week and a couple of days working in Baton Rouge and before I knew it, I was driving up to Shreveport for another week. The upside was.....well, being at home every day for a week and a half then being close enough in Shreveport to drive home for the weekend and also to spend a night with my Mama.
Sheveport was barely an image in my rear view mirror when I got the call to go to Branson, Missouri. Hearing the circumstances, I began to figure I'd be hanging out here for maybe a couple of months in the mountain air (people in the western states will scoff at that) free from the stress that had been haunting me in a couple of the last assignments. It has been probably 20 years since we've been here in what has described as a cross between Mayberry and Las Vegas. Staying on the western end of the strip, traffic is still nuts as you attempt to cruise from one end to the other. Now there are a couple of bypasses that you can take if you truly need to get around.
Branson's oldest attractions have been the outdoor drama, Shepherd of the Hills, the theme park Silver Dollar Cityand some old time musical and comedy acts like The Presleys and The Baldknobbers. Over the years "name" people like Mel Tillis, Micky Gilly and other country entertainers have turned the place into quite attraction. It seems now that if an artist ever had a following in the entertainment business, Branson is the next stop before completely giving it up. Others like Shoji Tabuchi have created their own following after a leg up from Roy Acuff who had met him in Japan. Acuff told Shoji that if he was ever in the US, to look him up. Eventually, Shoji showed up and Acuff accepted him and put him on the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville a few times. Tabuchi gambled on Branson and opened a theater and became a local hit.
The place is largely patronized by retirees or at least those over fifty. Bikers traveling through on 3 wheeled Honda trikes remind you of the Dead End Gang. Nothing emphasizes it more than the Hampton Inn's breakfast bar featuring a large container of Activia Yogurt. Activia has a stronger reputation than prunes. Don't ask me how I know this.
Unfortunately, I had only been here a day before finding out the situation was in the process of resolving itself and now find myself looking for a plane ride out of here. I won't be eating the Activia before I fly.On the fortunate side, I was able to break bread and spend a little time with an old friend and his lovely wife over in Shell Knobb. It's all good.
Back in March, my friend Lewis and I had been planning hooking up with a pair of his buds from Alabama for a "Wild Hogs" weekend. Our original plans called for us to meet Frank and Jim in Mobile and take a motorcycle run over into Florida. However, after reviewing weather conditions and the fact that spring break would unleash 30 or 40 thousand college students onto the beaches and highways of Florida called for a change of plans. New plans would call for us meeting up in Biloxi and somehow figure out where or what we wanted to do for the following 3 days. Bear in mind, it was supposed to be very warm, temperatures were still in the 40s, 50s and 60s, so full leather for that much wind was welcome.
Lewis and I met up in Denham Springs and after donating $20 to the saddest tale I've ever heard from a panhandler, we struck a pace east toward Biloxi. Avoiding the interstate as much as was reasonable, we hit old Hwy 90 on the Mississippi gulf coast. Even though recovery from Hurricane Katrina had been ongoing for 4 years, evidence of destruction was still there. Stopping off in for lunch, we encountered a "Picker" much like the episodes on the History Channel where people roved around the country buying oddities for resale. The one we met was driving an old hearse with everything from paintings to handmade toys.
Meeting Frank and Jim from Alabama, we hit the rack early before even firming up what we'd do for Friday through Sunday. The next morning at breakfast, the best we could do was come up with an obvious direction. They didn't want to go back north, spring break was going on in Florida so riding westish was pretty much the only choice.
Thursday morning found us riding old Hwy 90 west toward New Orleans through the Rigolets before getting into New Orleans east where we found ourselves in a major traffic jam due to some kind of accident on I-10. Since it was near noon, we thought maybe lunch at Mother's on Poydras at Tchoupitoulas. Bad idea! Patrons were lined up outside half the length of the building on the Poydras side and a place to park, even for 4 Harley-Davidsons, were not to be found.
Not wanting to wait, we rode across the bridge to the west bank, stopped for poboys at a combo seafood store and deli. It was a curious experience for the boys from Alabama to be eating seafood sandwiches close enough to hear the fish flopping behind the counters.
Anyway, after that we mounted up and rode to Raceland, we cut south along Bayou Lafourche to Grand Isle. By the time we had a short visit there, the sun was getting lower so not wanting to find a place to sleep that involved gravel or creeping things, we rode on up to Houma, getting lost in the process and arrived after it was well dark.
Saturday, with an early start, we headed northwest through Morgan City, stopping at Frank's favorite restaurant in Jeanerette. You want find Lil's listed as a Zagat's favorite but since Frank, Jim and Lewis had been there before, Lil welcomed us with open arms.
Our next destination was Lewis' home near St Francisville by the way of Lafayette, Opelousas, down Highway 90 to the old bridge at Baton Rouge, then north. After arriving at Lewis', I dismissed myself to ride home another 65 miles for the night. The next morning, with Ms Darlene seated firmly on the back of Boudreaux, we headed north again to meet Lewis and Jan. By that time, Jim and Frank had loaded up and were on their 500 mile ride back to northern Alabama.
On the two bikes, Lewis, Jan, Darlene and I rode up to Natchez for lunch at Natchez Under The Hill. After riding around some through the old town, we were ready to get home and finally off the bikes. By the time we split up with Jan and Lewis and rode on home, I had put over 1,000 miles on Boudreaux. The guys from Alabama probably had at least 1,800 on theirs. It was a great four day weekend.
Sorely disappointed in a quick change from home office, I canceled tickets to Sarasota and found myself scrambling for a flight to yet, another spot in the frozen tundra. This time, Naperville, IL, near Chicago for the next two weeks. Oh joy. I arrived last night in a wet snow storm rendering the drive to the hotel in Naperville, a tad chancy. Weather reports on the internet say that will be the case over the next few days. I mentioned "Weather reports on the internet" because there were no TV weather reports due to the satellite dish on the roof of the hotel is full of snow and the little old lady at the front desk refused to climb up and sweep it off.
As for the swimming pool, I probably wouldn't have wanted to swim anyway.
With no particular place to go and a long President's Day weekend to burn off, Saturday, I took in a huge RV/Camper show in Novi, MI at an indoor arena. I have begun to have cabin fever and needing to get out. In places like Michigan and Minnesota, families will sometimes check into hotels on a weekend just to let the kids play in an indoor heated swimming pool. So, last night the hotel and it's pool had kids screaming and running up and down the halls. The ones next door and above yelled, jumped on the floor and pounded the walls until 11:00.
There's not much to say about an RV show rather than they were big, they were expensive and they were too far from home to drive or pull. At least I got to see if there were any new developments in the RV world. The only thing new (to me) was the slide out kitchens on the side of many of them. Since I would probably not buy a new one, it gave me a standard to watch out for if and when I buy a used one.
Sunday afternoon, I found myself in old downtown Utica, MI, a small township across the freeway from my hotel. They have an annual Ice Festival that includes some really great ice sculptures. Not as huge as some I've seen in Minneapolis/St Paul, these were a little more commercial and appeared to be sponsored by the local businesses from the themes on them.
It didn't take me long to observe most of them and after walking a few blocks in 31° weather with an 11 mph wind, I found my way back to car for a quick drive back to the hotel.
Modern Valentine's Day symbols include the heart-shaped outline, doves, and the figure of the winged Cupid. Since the 19th century, handwritten valentines have largely given way to mass-produced greeting cards. (source: Wikipedia) As for me, I sense a conspiracy between greeting card companies, florists and candy companies.
Professional sports has never drawn a lot of attention from me and going to a stadium for a game is not high on my bucket list. Growing up in north central Louisiana, the road system made it much easier to travel east and west, so New Orleans was a long way from home. Dallas, Texas was what I considered a big city and as it was, my trips into Dallas outnumbered trips to New Orleans 10 to 1 and so The Cowboys was my team of choice. That being said, as a resident of Louisiana and since the Cowboys were not in the mix, let's take our hats off to the New Orleans Saints as the 2010 Superbowl champs.
The New Orleans Saints (source: Wikipedia) were founded in 1967 as an expansion team and played their home games at Tulane Stadium through the 1974 season. They went more than a decade before they managed to finish a season with a .500 record, two decades before having a winning season, and over four decades before reaching the Super Bowl. The team's first successful years were from 1987–1992, when the team made the playoffs four times and had winning records in the non-playoff seasons. In the 2000 season, the Saints defeated the then-defending Super Bowl champion St. Louis Rams for the team's first playoff win.
"Good morning, my name is Grace and I will be your flight attendant today!", she said as the door slammed on the Delta flight to Memphis. The curious thing about this was Grace had to be 75 years of if she was a day and reminded me of the sweet little old lady that was the owner of the cartoon character, Tweety Bird that was in constant peril of Sylvester the Cat. In my eight years as a flying road warrior, I've seen some older ones but she was the oldest. In my opinion, it's quite fitting that we would have Grace as our attendant in as much as how the equipment seemed to show a lot of age and wear.
Watching and mulling over the significance of the elderly lady as a flight attendant, I noticed something lying in the seat next to me. It was a part of the overhead reading lamp fixture that had fallen off the console above my head. I decided to reinstall it myself rather than reporting it to Grace. Given their record of maintenance problems, I didn't want to risk delaying the flight.
In advance of serving refreshments, Grace announced with much detail that we would be limited on beverages because of some malfunction involving the ice machine and that somehow this had caused an hour delay the evening before because the mechanics were trying to fix it but failed and they were having to order parts and on and on and on.....Whew! She not only apologized for that but nearly fell on the sword explaining that there was a shortage of beverages as well. "I have a few Cokes, four Diet Cokes and three Sprites." What was next? Would she take the blame for the Haitian earthquake too?
Now, I'm beginning to think that if Delta is flying granny around the USA on planes that have parts falling off, refrigerators that don't work and potties that are not available, just how bad is the general condition of this plane? In the past five weeks, Delta has either delayed or completely canceled flights for me on at least five occasions for equipment maintenance problems. How old and how worn are thousands of planes flying the friendly skies? Honestly, this alarms me very much.
Having been to the North American International Automobile show in Los Angeles four years ago with Darlene, I had always thought I would love to see, what I thought was the mother of them all in Detroit. That was four years ago and in different financial times but a lot has changed since then.
Anyway, I made my way to downtown Detroit, assuming it would be super crowded, however it was not nearly as insane as I had thought it would be. After finding a spot in one of the local garages, I walked through a gaggle of groups from the Teamsters to a bunch of Lyndon LaRouche supporters, all of which wanted to talk to me and anyone else who happened by them and plea their cause. Fortunately, I was able to dodge all of them, buy my (say it ain't so) discounted senior citizen ticket and go in to check outprototypes and production models of several companies.
Somehow, it wasn't nearly as blown out of proportion as I had imagined and was not nearly as overwhelming as the show was in L.A. a few years ago.
Most all the companies for whom you see cars on the road were represented plus a few other smaller firms entering into the American market. For the most part, the themes hinged on things like hybrids, Green technology and some form of electric. Some of the newer companies were Asian and were totally electric in concept. It seemed like you couldn't get past a display without encountering a vehicle dolled up in some garish green color. There were little "commuters" that seemed no more than golf carts with roofs and doors on them or motorcycles with four wheels and a windshield. Most were two passenger vehicles and sometimes had the second seat behind the driver. For the most part, there didn't seem to be a lot of physical change in cars and focused primarily on engine technology. Ford seemed to be a little more lavish in their models, perhaps because they had not participated in the government "bail out" and didn't have the perception of Big Brother looking over their shoulders like Chrysler and GM did. While Ford threw a lot at the Fusion, Focus and Taurus, GM was not shy in the presentation of the Camaro and Corvette. People like Honda and Toyota were introducing crossover vehicles that looked like huge sedans. They were wider, longer and higher than the typical car and looked less like an SUV. They were a little more roomier for passengers but hardly a utility vehicle.
While it was great to see the new cars, nothing in particular seemed to grab me by the collar and shake me. All the companies had their wares on display, well lighted with anorexic models hovering over them, but the "Wow!" factor just wasn't there.
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Just as I was thinking things couldn't get worse with all the weather dipping into the thirties and some places into the double digits around home, I got that call from the office in St Louis.
"Got a job for ya," says Steve.
"Oh, where to?" I asked.
You could almost hear the smile on his face when he said, "Sterling Heights............Michigan." That would be a bedroom community of Detroit.
My brain temperature dropped about 10° just on the announcement, alone.
Anyway, long story short, I'm here in the frozen tundra for a few days....hopefully, not weeks or heaven forbid, months.
So for the first weekend here, I took a trip over to Windsor, Ontario. With temps down around 12° early Saturday morning I took the tunnel and took a ride south along the river on a parkway. The river had a nice flow to it and the giant frozen ice chunks bumping into each other reminded me of a cold winter decades ago when ice flows made it down to Louisiana and you could hear the noise from the Vicksburg/Vidalia bridge.
Venturing out east of town, I rode along the countryside by fields covered with snow. The roads were straight and in squares so it reminded me somewhat of the prairie and farm lands of south Louisiana except they were totally white with snow.
Not being able to speak Canadian, and not sure that I would be getting much of a deal on my U.S. money, I elected to turn back around after 20 miles or so and come on back to the U.S. via the bridge, after picking up a few souvenirs for the smallest grandchildren.
It wasn't much of a trip but at least I satisfied the curiosity regarding the hassles of international border crossings. It really wasn't much of a big deal and involved no more than the gate keepers on both sides asking me why I was crossing, did I have any alcohol, tobacco or firearms, where I was from, what I did for a living and how long my visit would be.
Cold as it is, far from home as it is and missing everyone, it's still good to have a job when some are not working. Besides, I was being way too blessed staying home cooking and eating too much.
Day 2; Sunday, January 10, 2010 When I got up for breakfast this morning, it was 3 global warming degrees outside.
I'd always heard of Motown and now I've seen it and it took what I thought was forever to get me out of it too. At the heart of it was the Motown Museum where they even had to have bars over the windows and doors and gang scribbles were the only examples of fine art to be seen.Yep, right there on Barry Gordy Avenue.
Downtown Detroit is showing some signs of life even on a Sunday afternoon. There was this little circle area that had a public skating rink in it where some people tried their luck at staying up on two feet. I saw no need to risk breaking another bone (like I did trying to climb a mountain in Oregon) and never considered renting skates. I did see some folks hit the ice HARD and they'll remember it tomorrow.
Another highlight of the day was a tour through Mexicantown. Yep, they have one of those too but still wonder why in the world they'd want to come to this ice cube. Apparently it's been a part of the city quite a while. There are a number of streets that bear Spanish names. One particular way I knew I was there was the guy who thought he was a bullfighter standing in the crossroads of two four lane streets. He stood in the middle, waving the cars by and barely being missed by oncoming traffic from both directions. I thought, surely he was going to get run over but eventually joined a buddy on the corner much to the relief of the drivers. I don't know what he was on but whatever it was made him 100% bulletproof.....car proof too.
Snow was still deep (probably 6-8 inches) and I did some walking in it but after a few minutes, the novelty wore off and I crawled back into my car and found my way back to the hotel.
Any excuse is good enough, I suppose. Christmas morning, I left Dutchtown at 5 AM on Boudreaux, headed 250 miles north to my mother's house. It was relatively cold but I had ridden in 38° weather before because it usually became a little warmer as the sun rose. This time, it was a tad different because the further north I got, the colder it became. Cruising through Mangum, LA, I blinked when the LED sign at a bank announced 34°. I have to say though, it really wasn't that uncomfortable especially if your gear includes a t-shirt, two light sweaters, a hooded sweat suit jacket, thick leather motorcycle jacket, jeans, thick Doc Marten boots, regular socks, thermal socks, goggles, leather chaps, a neck warmer, stocking cap, cold weather ski gloves, cotton liner gloves and a lined helmet. In other words, I looked like the Michelin Man and felt like a sumo wrestler. Maneuverability could have been an issue if I had to make some quick moves. Even with the cold weather gear, the toes and fingers do get a little cold traveling at 65-75 mph for a couple of hours at a time.
The irony in all of this is 6 weeks and 3 thousand miles ago, I was riding 50° warmer.(Maui) Why do that, you may ask. Well, ...hmm...I guess I just love riding that thing and will use the most flimsy excuse in the world just to get on it and ride.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. ~ J R R Tolkien
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Hi, I'm C R and thanks for the visit. I travel quite a bit and hopefully, this way, I can give you some photos and tales of my travels without you having to download them all.
Living on the road over 300 days a year absolutely destroys many a road warrior's dietary discipline.
Here's a few things I believe are detrimental to you and avoiding them are helpful in the prevention of packing on the pounds.
1. If your restaurant features some kind of stylized figure or cartoon character as it's logo or spokes person, don't go there, you can gain two pounds just by watching the commercial.
2. If your restaurant has a lighted sign on a pole and colored with yellow, red and blue, don't go there. You're a victim of subliminal advertising. Those colors crank your appetite into high gear.
3. Watch the other patrons. If more than half of them can be can be classified as overweight, fat, obese or morbidly obese, don't go there. You are who you associate with and misery loves company.
4. If your waitress delivers you two plates for you to serve yourself, don't go there. Buffet lines tend to make you want to "get your money's worth".
5. If your restaurant always has a cashier that can't operate the register and has to punch the pictures on the keyboard, don't go there. He or she wouldn't be able to spell cholesterol anyway.
6. If your restaurant asks you not to place the plastic trays in the garbage, don't go there. At least a tip isn't involved.
7. If you can't understand your waiter because the cars behind you drown out the speaker on the sign, don't go there.
8. If you find yourself humming the jingle of your restaurant, don't go there.
9. If you saw the restaurant's logo on the side of a truck and trailer on the interstate, don't go there.
10. If you know the menu by number and "super-size" is part of it, don't go there.
11. Finally, don't order diet beverages. Only fat people drink them.
Good advice, I think. Do I live by these words of caution, oh heck no! I fight the pounds like everybody else but I do believe that obesity is associated with these foods.
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