Those of you in the know are aware that I'm en route to my brother's wedding in NC. Those of you who really know me know that when I say there's no itinerary, I mean "heading south" is about all I've planned. I'm hoping (for both our sakes) something awesome happens along the way.
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You know how you're supposed to listen to that little voice that tells you the truth you don't want to hear? Well, as I got the last of my crap into my car I noticed it was 4 p.m. On a Friday. Heading toward Boston. Hmmm. "This will suck," says the little voice. "Eh, it'll be fine. I have music and a good attitude," I say. "You're delusional," says the little voice.
Little voice wins.
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
And I hadn't even gotten anywhere impressive. I had to kill time at the 99 near Lowell. But then back on the road.
The sun made a glorious appearance after 715 days of rain. I'm sorry to report it was shining only over Worcester.
I figured I'd stay in southern Connecticut somewhere, but every time I saw a lodging sign coming up at an exit, I thought, further. Eventually I saw an enormous sign welcoming me to New York. Oops.
I eventually pulled over at the friendliest-looking on/off exit. I had to look at the hotel materials in the room to figure out where I was. Fishkill. Say what? I decided to see where that is, but the Interwebs are not so good here, so all I see is this:
But while I wait for the Web to come around, I have lots of time to study the deep, sophisticated art at the Ramada.
Go ahead. Envy the shit out of me.
Fun facts about Fishkill, NY:
- Home of Camp Mariah
- Also home to Fishkill Correctional Facility
That is all.
-k.
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