There is a New Mile High Club and I am a member.....she gasped

I hit the road at the crack of mid morning arriving at My friend Ron's about noon and toured his garden. His garden is large; no wimpy little veggie patch for Ron. His garden is more like plowing, planting and maintaining the back forty. Ron does organic gardening, eschewing all forms of insecticide. Needless to say he composts. Ron is very, very green.

There are at least four different types of tomatoes, Japanese cucumbers, zucchini, beans and corn. This garden goes on for quite a bit; this is only a partial shot.Ron creates ravioli from scratch. No bachelor fare for this guy, very impressive.

But, you ask what the hell does this have with the "Mile High Club"???? Nudge, nudge, hee, hee...well frankly not a damn thing......The mile high club is an exclusive entity. It has nothing to do with the original meaning , of airplane fame, of a few years ago; I will explain:



After dinner and wonderful conversation ( now don't get rude, we're talking
first dictionary meaning) and a scotch or perhaps two...........ah yes, summer is a commin' in......... The basic need to relieve myself comes upon me...so I seek out the loo, which is off the dining area. Ron in all his greenness has had the wisdom to install a large strip of fly paper at the midway point of entrance.. I stride towards the door. My hair becomes entangled in the flypaper which is encrusted with it's intended victims .I am grossed out.. I am a pteronarcophobiac, something I never realized before...... When I shared with Ron what happened , he was quite unperturbed....He simply informed me that walking into the fly paper made me a member of the Mile High Club. I asked him who the other members were. he said his brother, who did the same thing..walked into the fly paper. When he said this it seemed extremely funny, perhaps it had to do with having had two Scotches. The next morning, upon reflection.. it made absolutely no sense.. pero asi es la vida ... I'm trying free association fly, flies , plane is this how we get there from here? I'm so confused. As my mother would say.. tomorrow is another day.

The Great Escape

Escaping South Florida has become tradition for me. I trek north while visions of bogeying down Broadway dance in my head.

The day started out as a bit overcast but my mood was sunny. The car packed to the hilt was fully gassed up and ready to go. So off I went to my first scheduled stop, anticipating a really great dinner at my friend Ron’s, in Taccoa, Georgia.

Everything was great until I started hitting bad weather. Weather in the south can be pretty dynamic in summer. I encountered possibly the worst thunder and lightning storm outside of the hurricanes in Florida of a few years ago. Certainly, the worst I've ever driven in. The outside temperature gauge in the car appeared to not be working right …… how could the temperature drop so quickly from the low
nineties to high sixties in less than 15 seconds? Hummmmmm and what’s the story with this wind???? Tornado? Is that Possible? Does the Toyota Camry come with a root cellar? I’m a sitting duck, that bloody desk that would look so cute in that corner in the apartment and stuffed into the back seat is going to crush me to death when that out of control eighteen wheeler behinds me plows into me. If not death by desk then death by mirror from the shards of glass from that stupid mirror and what about all those framed prints with glass? Anxiety can build quickly just given a chance. I took shelter under an overpass on the interstate. I think I saw two guys do that in some movie. They lived to tell their story! I stayed for some period of time and waited and waited; took off again. The whole dumb thing happened all over. I got off the road, checked into a motel and then found comfort food. Tomorrow is another day.

Travelers Tips

Do pick up discount motel books even if you don’t plan on stopping

Cracker Barrel is a good bet and does take out