There are journeys and then there are roadblocks out there in the streets and of the mind as well. I was writing and traffic began to pile up in the I95 corridor through Connecticut. Last time I went up there we inched along for hundreds of miles. Sling and I went over it in our mind while the boys were getting antsy and decided to head in a different direction. Bethel came into both of our minds.
Sling: "Hey what do you say we get on I 287 and leave this traffic mess behind. Head over the Hudson on the Tappan Zee Bridge. I heard there's a campground up there and there's going to be a few bands coming in for the weekend. We've got sleepinig bags. What do you say?"
Scott: "It's been awhile since we were in fourth gear. Let's get off and stop for gas and beer once we are in NY. They do know how to treat their young citizens when it comes to a cold one or two. Old enough to go to war but not have a Budweiser? Seriously."
Once over the bridge they merge on the NY State Thruway heading north. Me and Sling know where they are heading and it is good. On the seventh day He said, "It's going well". Life is all about leaving the city behind, Boston, especially. Stick is pretty quiet back there with Bob. I can pick up on some of his thoughts. And he has a suspicious mind in the first place. Or the last, whatever.
Soon they find an old remedy of a store. I didn't make that up. It's the name of the store, Old Remedy. Gas in under a buck and beer is 1.69 for a sixpack. Scott has the funds. He always has money. No idea how he gets it. Older women? Speaking of women, two of them, younger variety gather around the studly Studebaker with rusted out side panels.
"Hi! Want to go swimming out back? Father says we need a lifeguard to use the rope with the rubber tire. You will do."
