Three weeks and some 1,700 miles into the LODyssey, and our intrepid four-door (which by now contains more crumbs than a few dozen restaurant toasters) has turned around and headed east. We've lived, we've loved, we've laughed--and we have eaten. Sweet Lordy Moses, we've been putting it away. Between the meals, and the mid-meals, and the mid-mid-meal snacks, my wife finally introduced me to Culver's and their delicious frozen custard. At this point I'll probably waddle into BlogHer, assuming the plane can hold me.
I'll miss Great Grandma's, as I always do, but leaving was harder this year because of two other important discoveries. First, there was the coffee joint that shares space with the Lutheran Education Center. Lutherans aren't often associated with the dark, viscous brew I so seldom find when I'm out here, but this place serves a cup you can bounce a quarter on. So Robert and I liked to go there in the morning and play "chess" (which, although it used chess pieces, didn't bear much resemblance to the game we know). According to Robert, you can bust your pieces out of jail because the knights carry welder's torches, and it's possible to attach a pipe to the queen's head and suck out all her power. One pawn must be kept on the corner of the table, to stand guard. Also, one rook can balance on the other rook's head and form a Super-Rook that makes the king unhappy because he is no longer the tallest piece on the board.
The other new spectacle is the municipal pool, the most amazing city facility I've ever seen. It has a wading pool with two big umbrella sprinklers, racing lanes, diving boards, a waterslide, and a huge sandpit with playground equipment and two fountains. Yesterday Robert and about 10 other boys spent hours creating a series of locks and canals that would make the Tennessee Valley Authority proud. Lifeguards stopped by and gawked--especially the ones tasked with smoothing it all out before closing.
This might be my last web access for a while, at least until I get to San Jose. If you're going to BlogHer next weekend, I look forward to meeting you. I'll be the tubby guy jonesing for a cold cup of concrete.