Travelogues, Part Deux
I traveled “my trip” last week; CHO to STL, STL to CHO. For those non-fliers, that’s Charlottesville, Virginia to St. Louis, Missouri and back again. I picture myself, a giant standing astride a map with one shoe planted firmly in the Midwest, the other, digging a heel just east of the Blue Ridge in Central Virginia, my home.
I take this trip for work, and while in the Lou, work as if I have no home, no family, no responsibility to anyone but my clients and my firm. Thus the exhaustion and “recovery” I face each time I arrive back in C’ville.
While in St. Louis, I came face to face with several readers of this blog. Brian said, “It’s how we roll.” Kristin wanted to know how Clover was doing (no more smelly nights, thanks). It’s a little weird, but a good reminder that, no, I’m not just sending this blather out into cyberspace. Bob wanted to know when I was going to post, as he was tired of the smelly dog story. Someone else (I can’t remember who) said they’ll never wear white pants in Charlottesville, now that I’m here. In fact, several people mentioned the open letter to the woman at Harris Teeter, my most popular post to date.
Here’s a “hey” to y’all. Thanks for reading and keep it up.