When we last spoke...

I had said a quick (so as to avoid not being able to say) goodbye to Grady at 139 Calyer Street and headed north towards the great unknown of Marion Street Mobil Gas and Car Repair.  Driving towards New York, New York it was wonderful having Grady to navigate, reading mapquest directions and looking for signs.  Driving away from New York, New York I had a piece of paper that had to be read under a dome light with 54 year old eyes.  Glasses needed for driving, not needed for reading. 

Turn left on 1st Avenue, go 2 blocks and turn right on 3rd, take 5th left on 6th, immediately get into left lane, now get into right lane, back into left lane and oh we're sorry you missed your turn, you're lost.   Oh good, there's a MacDonalds we went by a MacDonalds on the way in.  I'm golden.  I'm not sure who Major Deegan is but I love his highway and how it turns into Interstate 87 which heads towards Albany.  If you remember nothing else, benefit from this advice.  Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.  If you should forget this, Tony in the wife-beater tee driving the 1992 Ford LTD will remind you.  Ah that single middle finger raised ever so respectfully.

Around 1:30 AM I decided to call it quits at the Rhinecliff exit.  After a surprisingly restful sleep at the Comfort Inn and Suites I continued north.  At Marion Street Mobil Gas and Car Repair I was informed by Byron that we were looking at approximately $3,000 in repairs.  "Of course once we get the top off that engine who knows what we will find.  These things get overheated and oh I don't even want to think about it!"

At this point I'm realizing the telling is taking longer than the actual so...
Enterprise Rent a Car has nothing available until later in the day.  Taxi to train station, ticket to Port Henry.  Arrange with Beth to pick me up at Port Henry.  Signals on track go out.  Train slows to 20 MPH from Fort Edward to Ticonderoga.  Beth we're going to be late take your time.  Arrive in Port Henry 1 hour late.   Ferry ride across Lake Champlain.  Made it without sinking.  Home again, home again jiggidy jig.

I think tonight I'll sit on the couch, have a cold beer and watch the World Series.  Tomorrow is another day.

Love you all.  Peace.  Peter