i’m in north carolina. i drove to north carolina. by myself with two young ones. it was initially an “escape hurricane ike” road trip to st. augustine. but by the time i made it to st. augustine hurricane ike was no longer a threat and i thought, “heck, i’m almost halfway to n. carolina, why don’t i just go see my parents?” so here i am.
my boys are good road trippers. but eleven hours is long. i got caught up on my the splendid table podcasts. but when the ipod juice ran low and i was on the verge of being music-less, i remembered i have a glovebox full of old cassette tapes. excellent. i introduced elisha and asher to greats such as built to spill, old-school sara mclachlan, and “spring break ’96 mixed tape.”
somewhere along i-95 i heard a clip of on the road again. and that made me think of the new pbs special previously mentioned, spain – on the road again. and that was depressing. my road trip was much less glamorous. much. my culinary stops were various cracker barrels. and i’m positive the drive around spain is much lovelier than the florida-georgia-s.carolina corridor. i wasn’t looking particularly glamorous either or running into various celebrities. but i did meet a one-legged man with a fanny pack who was handing out south carolina souvenirs. and it was in florence. but wrong country, right?