Part 7 Tonight, I wake up with a start. We are in an antiseptic Motel 6 outside Barkeyville. I remember vaguely the movie I fell asleep to: Adam Sandler and Kevin James are pretending to be gay so that they can sidestep civic red tape that prevents the James …
We leave Boston’s Logan determined to be self-directed, free. I’ll be damned if I am going to sit there for up to four days, we were told by surprisingly kind customer service representative at the other end of the airline’s “Need Help?” red phone. Cheryl had done all the talking …
Part 4 Down out of the Berkshires, winding on 84 still desperately seeking I-80, down towards the Hudson River which I announce so that the man-boy will see the important geographical features of our trip. “Cool” he says in response. “Cool.” Someday, I think. He will remember all …
Part 5 Robert Bly The man-boy not only knows all the lyrics of classic Rock and Roll songs, but the names of the musicians, the dates of most songs and the cultural milieu. It’s a walk through American history. How that is possible, I don’t know. This musical terrain is …
Back through the convenience store, I enter the Restaurant. The place is a abuzz with locals sitting at the counter, at tables and at perimeter booths one of which, apparently, is ours, dwarfing Cheryl who is sitting with a plastic menu the size of a motorcycle windshield. This is definitely …
We manage to get to Southington, Connecticut by 9 p.m., and, since this is Connecticut, there will be no cocktail or glass of wine tonight. By law, we can’t even buy beer as it is after 8 p.m. This is not hospitality even by my Utah standards, especially for …
PART 9: We’re taking our Cleveland detour for Joe. But I also realize that being the third day now that I’m wearing the same cardigan, admittedly over one of the new T-shirts Cheryl has bought me and Joe, that I am indeed in need of respite. The sky is clear …
The on-ramp to I-84 is a bobsled chute that propels us away from the Microcosm, temporarily southwest towards Waterbury and away from the ESPN headquarters in nearby Bristol. Ah…ESPN—a microcosm through cable unto itself. A place where a programming team sits around all day in complimentary Nike gear and continues …
