It’s time to hit the road, or maybe the road hit me. After spending summer at sister Robin’s house in Westhampton, NY on beautiful Long Island; I drove east on the Long Island Expressway and got as far as Exit 56. BLOW OUT! Thanks to the NY Department of Transportation, and AFSCME members for repairing my 3rd tire incident. NY finest came along and parked their big truck behind Scout to make sure we were all protected. I am getting far too much experience with flat tires and pulling over to the side of the road from the middle lane at 60 miles an hour.
Four months on Long Island gave me time to install new MaxxAir fans, upholstery the dinette, made new curtains and cushion covers (see earlier posts).
Long Island is beautiful, especially the North Fork where farm stands and wineries are popular attractions. Sweet corn and heirloom tomatoes just can’t get enough, especially when making Caprese salad with fresh buffalo mozzarella made in Brooklyn.
I didn’t play enough golf, but Maggie and I walked on Cupsogue beach most evenings.
I am ready to start moving around and exploring new places. Scout (aka Airstream) is under repair at Colonial Airstream in Lakewood, NJ. Repairs to hit-and-run damage from last spring. Hopefully she will be road-ready in a week, with the addition of new tires! I plan to drive along the Jersey coast to Cape May, take the ferry to Lewes, DE and visit Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge. My favorite book growing up was Misty of Chincoteague, I have downloaded the Audible version to listen to the book on my drive there. I hope to add stamps to my National Park passport in 2018-19. Anyone out there want to meet me along my road? I hope so!
Mom, Erv, sister Becky and fiancee Chuck have survived hurricane Florence in North Carolina, they live west of 95 and far enough inland they only suffered rain and wind, and short electrical outages. We have tickets to hear Joan Baez in concert in Durham on Sept. 29.
I am currently visiting with Liz, Tim and Lola and enjoying Washington D.C. It is always great to be back in “the Hood”, walking to Eastern Market and visiting our favorite dog park Congressional Cemetery. I wish I had been financially able to retire in D.C., but like most American cities housing is astronomically expensive, so I am blessed with wonderful friends who live on Capitol Hill. A week isn’t long enough to see all my great friends and former colleagues.
Just call me Trailer Trash. The road beckons.
Some special memories of Long Island summer 2018.