Wednesday, May 31, 2006

The Road, The Voyage

On Saturday I boarded a plane from Los Angeles to Oakland. In Oakland I rented a car (a mini-SUV - the Saturn Vue). I drove to San Francisco, picked up my cousin, some (but not nearly all) of his belongings, and his 3 cats.

We then drove east, for 2,146 miles or so, ending up in Chicago on a lovely sickeningly humid 99 degree day.

During the drive and on my subsequent stay in the midwest, I made a few discoveries:
  • The area around Lake Tahoe is beautiful.
  • You can't drive 87 in a 75 zone in eastern Nevada.
  • People in Utah really are Mormons.
  • Liz Phair is amazing. Yes, even her new stuff.
  • I make really good mix CDs
  • They should call me Mixmaster Fahm
  • The best soy mocha in the world can be purchased at a gas station in Salt Lake City.
  • There's a great college radio station in Lincoln, Nebraska.
  • Iowa and Western Illinois? Nothing!
  • Illinois in general and Chicago in particular has no infrastructure. That's what you get when you keep electing corrupt politicians.
  • In the 5 years since I was last there, Hyde Park (in Chicago) has been gentrified beyond recognition. This is not a bad thing.
  • When I'm tired, I should just sleep.
  • Casy the cat has a good solid purr.
  • Public Storage employees can be bribed.
During the visit, I ventured up to lovely Wisconsin. Now there's a state with an infrastructure! I found the loveliest house in all of Dousman. There's an art teacher there, with a way about her. The region is doused with lovely trees. A hush and a rush. Green clouds and purple moons. Dreams of unicorns and warring centurions.

Because of unforeseen Public Storage-related delays, I was late for my flight. I drove like a maniac from Hyde Park to Midway, filling up and returning my rental car in a brusque manner, running through the airport like USC's Reggie Bush in the Fresno State game, eluding would-be tacklers. Luckily, my plane was delayed in taking off because of a lightning storm. Ninety minutes on the tarmac. It wouldn't have been so bad if, before going to the airport, I hadn't gotten my shirt soaked moving my cousin's stuff out of storage, necessitating the borrowing of a T-shirt from my cousin. And the T-shirt he gave me, the T-shirt I wore during my mad rush to the Gate A18? This one.

1 comment:

Jason B. said...

That's when you turn that shirt inside out and cut off the tag. Glad to hear that you had a fun trip Mixmaster.

How did you find the Saturn Vue?