Well, it took a little longer than I had expected, but my OC memoirs are finally completed. 4 weeks ago to this day, I returned home after a week of fun and frolicking under the sun...
"Coda" Saturday 7/20
This won't take long. Really.
Goodbye, Mr. Shark!
We go through the grand old ritual of clearing out all out stuff, loading up the cars, and checking out. Also one the decades-old itinerary was a final buffet breakfast at English's. Travelers, take note: go easy on both food and drink if you're on your* way home. I have many a bad memory of squirming in the car all the way home because I had eaten one too many pancakes, or had drunk just a bit too much OJ. Again, moderation is the key.
*Wow! I didn't screw up 'you're' and 'your.' I deserve the Pulitzer for that virtuoso feat of grammar.
We leave the lot at 10:00 and make just one stop (this too a tradition) at Elmer's produce market. If you can grow it in the ground, I think they've got it. I love the listing of products for sale on the webpage: ...tomatoes, turnips, watermelons. Other: Candy, cemetary decorations, crafts, light houses, tools, Indian relics, and shrubs. You know you're a redneck if... you buy your headstones the same place you buy your rutabagas. Just my opinion...
Normally I buy one of those antique-style (i.e., haven't been widely produced for 30 years or so) glass bottles of Coke. But there are plenty of fluids already in me, and I have no need to test the limits of the human bladder, thank you very much.
I drive the rest of the way back, all 120+ miles of it. Traffic is light, except for the mile and a half before the bay bridge. Before long, we've reached El Kridge, and we quickly unpack everything we brought with us. Another vacation slips into the memory banks.
posted by Steve
8/17/2002 01:24:00 PM
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