Tuesday morning after the anticipated 3 hours of sleep I get to crowd my claustrophobic ass into an uncaring and cramped tube of steel for the two and one-half hours of hell it takes to be in the bosom of my family.
Yes, yes - Chicken & Dumplings, Taco Stand, My Ma & Pa, my niece, Aunts, Uncles, & old, dear friends. And Sonny's. And Krystal chili. And maybe Houstons.
Sleeping on the floor, the smell of Georgia, the humidity, moving the statue to a diagonal, playing the un-tuned piano, wondering what the hell the room that contains it is for. I remember being in that room on Christmas & thanksgiving only. And maybe another time or two.
Grave reduction in cigar consumption, driving a different car, love, breakfast, getting up too early, the comfy chair, bagels, Howard at the microwave (0.47 seconds), a billion memories, television, nostalgia, chicken & dumplings.
I'm making the peach cobbler myself tonight, just in case the chicken & dumplings is an empty fantasy.
A true American. But what about the Majesto special, hold the vegetables? And an Orange Splice to chase it down? No, make that a sweet tea.
Posted by: Stuart Baker at July 11, 2004 01:52 PMOrange Slice and Stu.
Oh, the memories that brings back.
Posted by: Carlucci at July 11, 2004 10:57 PMYeah.. The Memories. Don't let that stop you though. When are we gonna eat?
Posted by: Oscar at July 12, 2004 12:04 AMit just occurred to me that we switched places. I grew up in MN and now live in Atlanta. MY trips home include dinners at Figlio in Uptown, a walleye or two on the grill, and a little bitching because I forget to bring a sweatshirt. (Hard to pack for cool temps when its 90 degrees.) Airtran has a sale - 140.00 round trip - Im booked and ready for the state fair. Cheese curds here I come!