Undone
2004-08-25 [1:44 p.m.]
My unedited unfinished Chicago 2004 trip. I never wrote in it after day 1.
Deep into the Clouds
This is the day, in the current time of this composure I am flying high in the clouds of the Rocky Mountains headed to Denver, Colorado with the final destination being my beloved home of Chicago, Illinois. This is a new feature for me, however. This year is different from before. I am flying instead of taking my trusty stead, Bertha my nineteen seventy-nine Cadillac DeVille in all her faded blue glory. There is no driving throught the barrens of New Mexico, the violent storms of Northern Texas, with all the wind, rain, tremendous thunder and hail, I will not experience the confort of sleeping in my car in the humid yet cool state of Oklahoma outside of the Love’s gas station near Garth Brooks Avenue, the glory of reaching Joplin, Missouri knowing that I am a mere ten hours from my sweet home of Chicago, I won’t pass the sighs that tell of all the great things the next exit has to offer, like ice cave, Abraham Lincon’s home and the exciting Jesse James then across the frightening St. Louis bridge the exits me from the I-44 and brings me aboard the I-55 that will take me through the corn field’s, past the Classic Car Museum, to the capitol of Illinois, Springfield. From there I am just a mere hour and a half from my final resting place. After a few miss turns, paid tolls, from the I-88 and U-turns I arrive to my home for whatever duriation. I arrive in the large west suburb of Naperville, a mere thirty five minutes from the beloved Wrigley Field and to the west Sycamore Speedway.
Most of the driving may sound rather disastrous it is the best part of the trip. No matter how many times I see the same signs, no matter what horrid storm that forces me off the freeway, the pungent smell of cows at the Agnus farm in Texas or the live stock trucks that pass you by, the crazy drives, the hot sun or the extreem cold it is an adventure with the most interesting things that seem so small becoming the endearing part of the trip.
Flying is rather scary for me. I have no control, I leave my life in the hands of an piolot and just prey to the good Lord that the piolet has had enough sleep, a hardy meal and nothing to drink. I am scared of the turbulance, when he asks me to buckle my seat belt because there is some weather up ahead and I get nauseous as we ascend and descend. I may get there a lot faster but I miss the driving. I love the power of the open road, the joy of truly seeing the country all in the confort of my large Caddy.
Anyhow, moving things a long, the Frontier flight attendants, that were with us into Denver, were really cool and funny and it was kind of cool to see clouds from a different view point and currently I am sitting in the Denver, Colorado airport, to which is really nice an clean. Also, from what I can see, Denver looks pretty cool. I told Randy that we’ll have to come up here during the winter, it might be fun. Other than that it’s quite boring. I can’t go outside so I can only see the rain through the wind panes. I also still have fifty five minutes until we take off again and I am running out of things to write about so I think I will stop here and complete this on the second leg of the flight and then ultimately in the Naperville hotel, at which time I will post this. I just can’t wait to go to Chicago tomorrow morning!!!