Cliff's turning sixty in two days, and he announced that for his birthday this year he'll be distributing presents. So today, after I dumped two inches of slush out of my Chucks (side note: I realize that every year I claim this, but seriously, if we are in the North next winter, I am sewing a fleece liner into my pairs) I gave him a ring and said, I have a wacky proposition for you.
Shoot, said Cliff.
How about next weekend you and I fly down to Atlanta to meet up with Heyo, who happens to live in a place where it's forecasted to be sixty degrees next weekend and maybe we drive around Athens and Savannah until it's time for us to fly back up to the frozen north?
Let's do it, said Cliff.
It's not a long trip. But it's two days of temps warmer than anything up here will be for months, and I could use the feeling of going someplace, and it will be good to see family, and it will probably help me to get out of town and walk around in a track jacket marveling at the fact that I am not wearing mittens. Also, tomorrow is a jaunt to Milwaukee to see Todd Snider and then it's the weekend and that will help much too.
Yes, please.
So. Jealous. I just saw Into the Wild and it really made me wanna go far away. I mean, not...ya know...eating potato root and dying, but...well, you get the picture.
ReplyDeleteThank you, sir. I realize that at least I get to go somewhere, whereas many of us are not going anywhere, but I have promised to bring back Jeano a barbecue sandwich and cornbread and white bread and fried pickles, so if you would like to place an order I can do that.
ReplyDeleteAlternately, you may use Heyo's photos as your desktop. It's lamer, but it might last longer than a sandwich in the mail.