Comments on: Split-Pea Soup for the Road Warrior’s Soul

By: Alpha-Girl

Alpha-Girl — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 21:31:41 +0000

I’m ready for a world in which it’s socially acceptable for me to wear a glitter headband with feathers and chain mail. However, I’m not quite ready to harness the power of pig poop.

By: Rhea Dee

Rhea Dee — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 16:07:24 +0000

That thrift store/gas station sounds like that kind of place I’d slightly worship for its culty Stephen King-y-ness. I’d also be slightly horrified, but it would just add to the experience.

Am I ready for a world poulated with a younger, less scarier version of Mel Gibson and a rocknroll glam queen Tina Turner? You bet I am.

By: jobobf

jobobf — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 12:09:30 +0000

I’m glad you got there! Remember all the moves we made because of the Navy! Never got to
look around because we had to get from point A to point B as soon as possible. Needed a play ground so you and Chad could burn off some energy but me and Mom would be lay on the bed and regenerate.

By: Robin

Robin — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 01:55:44 +0000

Glad you made it safe and (mostly) sound, Lisa.

I don’t know how much nerd is in your geekiness, but if you want to have a road trip from the comfort of your own computer, you could check out The Typo Hunt Across America (http://www.jeffdeck.com/teal/). It’s the touching story of a man from Massachusetts who set off on a cross-country road trip, accompanied by a rotating lineup of friends, in a quest to fix spelling and grammar errors on signage all across the U.S. of A. Some of his stories are rather funny, and all are illustrated with photographs.

By: Trish

Trish — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 14:29:47 +0000

Hey! Thought I recognized that picture of our oversized (and slightly cheap looking) giant cross. Haven’t lived in Effingham for years, but I remember them building that (it’s fairly new).

If you were roadtripping again (or looking for a place to hole up with your Mad Maxian Army), I’d point you to Bald Knob (helluva name huh?) Cross farther south in Illinois. I remember this from my childhood– stone, baby! with rooms inside. Additionally, at least when I was a little kid, it was tough to get to with a twisty, gravel road leading up the tall hill to get to it. Felt all questy, like a journey… also, woods = scary to mini-me.

Uh, point… point… Oh, place I once lived turned up in PR! WOOHOO!

By: Tomboys

Tomboys — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 05:44:21 +0000

Thanks for reminding me I need wiper blades.