Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Drive, he said
…Daniel Akst, writing in the Wall Street Journal (Sept 1, 2006), asks if you have driven cross-country lately? This is a soul, not health issue. Or is it?
…HA comes from the tradition of the family driving vacation. Do people still take those? Three weeks on the road, begging for swimming pool motels, buffeted all day by hot wind (before a/c, HA is old), fights over whether kids could order a meal or had to share.
..Weird adventures…bobbing in Salt Lake, where you can’t go under and your nether parts sting with salt. Dipping a toe in the ice water of Lake Superior. Swimming in another icy body of water outside a lodge in the Rockies—then returning to find the hotels had been kicked out of the national park and the lake was just a lake surrounded by pines.
…HA also remembers shouting out Burma Shave signs and begging to see “The Biggest Bull in the World,” which was advertised for hundreds of miles. When Pater Familias relented—it was a dusty cow in a pen, perhaps not even male (HA wasn’t into checking in those days).
…Akst says don’t let cross-country driving go the way of the Atlantic crossing.
…Thelma & Louis, Jack Kerouac, Route 66…the romance is still there. It is not all McDonalds.
…It’s a balance between wonder and exhaustion, Akst writes.
…Even though it’s September, with that built-in back to school rush, we need to remember to stop and smell the coffee…
…Er, joe. Served by a waitress named Mabel with her name on her pocket.