Sabot L'ours (sabotlours) wrote,
Sabot L'ours

Safe at Home

I made it to my mom's place around 3. Unfortunately that was the exact time that her senior meeting was breaking up. So no fursuiting. *sadface* She had even been telling her friends that Mesa might be making an appearance. Oh well. Next time.

I was a little delayed because I took a little side trip. I saw that I was going to be passing close to Griggsville, IL. That name conjured up childhood memories of taking weekend trips in Fall with my dad to buy apples. I didn't understand it at the time, but it was just an excuse for my dad to give his family a nice relaxing weekend drive. It really wasn't about the apples. It was about a family tradition. I knew the name of the place but not the exact location. We're talking about a 35-year old memory here! Familiarity flooded back in as I drove down the small main street. The town is the purple martin capitol of the world with a huge multi-storied birdhouse in the center of town. THAT I remembered well. I then drove down a few roads to try to find the orchard. No luck. I just now Google mapped the area and I didn't see anything that looked like an orchard any where around there. I also Googled the orchard name that I had remembered, at it had an address in nearby Pittsfield. I remembered that town as well. Had I mixed them up? I didn't see any orchards there either. Hmmmm. I'll have to investigate on another trip.

I also drove down a few backroads where I swear I heard banjos. No luck. Nobody asked me to squeal like a pig. *grin* I love having a GPS on my travels where all of the backroads are marked.

I also kept up the tradition of stopping at the McDonalds in Dwight, IL. It started back in 1983 when we took Hwy 47 to Champaign and the U of I. My dad would ALWAYS stop there to use the bathroom and get coffee. Every U of I football game he drove down to see would always include a stop at that McDonalds. Every time he picked me up from or dropped me back at school included a stop at that McD's. In '83 it was the only thing at that exit along with a gas station. Now there are several gas stations as well as motels and a couple other fast food joints. There's something very comforting in traditions.
  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.