Cool Boy getting his exercise over the Arkansas River.
Once upon a time, we took a road trip that put 3,000 miles on our loyal car over the course of 20 days. That was over a month ago and I need to finish blogging about it so we can all move on with our lives. This story ends NOW. Or at least after I get in a few hundred words.
After upending the sleeping arrangements at my friend Trey’s house for a few nights, we headed south to mythical Austin. I say ‘mythical’ because it’s a promised land of sorts among some friends in New York, a more affordable Brooklyn sans blizzards and crowded, delayed subway trains. Continue reading
After taking the Cool Bros to see Lucius last month, I wanted to take the boys to see one of their faves, The Lone Bellow. We could only do an outdoor concert since any venue would be at least 18 and up. However, with festival season winding down, we only had a couple of chances left this year.
The band played a homecoming show at Prospect Park on the 20th, but we were out of town for most of the day. Our last shot was Sunday evening’s show at Long’s Park in Lancaster, PA, a 3-hour drive from us. Continue reading
(Our road trip was 20 days long, and it’s taking me just as long to blog about it.)
So, due to the embarrassing reality that a self-driving car that could carry us the 24+ hours to Yellowstone from Indy doesn’t exist yet (really, automakers? it’s 2013), we scrapped the trip west and stayed with our friends a few extra days. How do you know when it’s time to leave your friends’ house, especially when they said to stay as long you like? Look for one of these signs:
1. The ice cream runs out.
2. The restraining order says so.
3. You have a visit with other friends planned.