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Trip Start Feb 15, 2010
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Trip End Feb 14, 2011


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Flying J (Columbia, SC)

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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Today I decided to take a break.  Thus far, I've been going at a pretty fast clip, and I decided it was time to stop and take stock of what I was doing.  I wanted to catch up on a number of small tasks I'd been ignoring, work on some photos, do some re-arranging in my living space, and take the time to outline the rest of this half of my trip on a small calendar book.  Up until now I've just been going on the hope that I'm moving fast enough without really knowing where I stand on the aspect of time.

It was nice to stop for a day, and while I didn't get everything done that I wanted to, I at least got some things done and got to collect my thoughts a bit. 

It also gives me a chance to right about some of the more random things that have been pin-balling around in my head as I go.  Things like, why do people in the south refer to shopping carts as "buggies"?  The first time I heard, I honestly had no idea what the person had said.  I was walking through the door of a Wal-Mart (big surprise) and the attendant asked me if I would like a _____?  My brain was prepared to hear cart, so when another word came out of the attendants mouth, I simply didn't comprehend it, and after begging their pardon, I had to try very hard to refrain from laughing while I said "no, thank you."  It's not so much the word buggy that got me, but the way they say it.  It still makes me smile every time I hear someone in a store say it.  I don't even know how to relate how it sounds typed out.  Let's give it a try...."Dew yew wan' a buuhgiee?"

The next random thought in my head is the reflective markers on the interstate.  I don't know how long they've been there, but I don't specifically remember seeing them when I was last home, three years before.  I just always get an impression that I'm following the shiny white stones that Hansel and Gretel left on the path through the woods to find their way home.  I am aware of how random this connection is, but such are the workings of my mind.

I apologize for this next portion, but I will be using a potty mouth.  Rather, the topics address the potty.  First off, I would like to know at what point in the development of our society's use of cellphones did it become perfectly acceptable to answer and/or place a phone call while using the toilet?  For future reference, if I ever call you while you are in the bathroom please feel free to ignore my call.  I will not be offended at all; I promise to do the same for you.  The next part of this regards bathroom stall graffiti.  Over the years, public bathrooms have provided hundreds of thousands of people from all cultures a place to express themselves, and a place for the rest of us to be amused by someone else's wit or carving abilities.  Never did I think that there was such a directly distinct line to the stereotypical culture surrounding said toilet...until now.  For example, in Iowa I encountered a bathroom wall with two of the most out of place comments I had ever seen someone scrawl into metal:  "Have a nice day!" and "John 3:16...have you been saved?"  Shift down to southern Georgia where the walls held sentiments so racist and vile that I would never dare to repeat them in a public forum.  It's interesting what people will do and say when they possess the freedom of anonymity. 

The last thing that I often think about while driving down long stretches of pavement for hours on end is that my trip really has no basis.  Yes, it's something I want to do and this is the best time to do it, it's a life experience, and I'm getting the opportunity to visit schools; beyond that, there is no greater calling...no mission...no spreading of any message or promotion of any ideal....the entire pursuit is purely selfish.  I doubt that my current schedule would really allow for much else, but it still plagues my mind.  Usually, the tell-tale buzz and vibration of the rumble strips bring me back to reality and I get my attention back on driving (not really), but simply putting it out of my mind has been my only solution to that thought so far. 

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mom- on

Thanks for taking a break and resting from your hectic pace.

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