October 15, 2012
Ellen/Reid: I was golfing yesterday with a friend who said this nice weather “is why we live down here,” and he was right. It was just picture-perfect on Sunday, the golf notwithstanding. When the skies are blue and the temperatures are mild, it really is a nice place to call home.
The weather was a little colder on Saturday morning when we set off on the Harley to ‘Fall for Greenville’, a street festival in Greenville, SC that the locals said would draw a few hundred thousand over three days. I don’t care much for South Carolina’s politics, but Greenville and the terrain to get there sure is nice.
Our roundabout route on S.C. Rte. 11 was likely 150 miles to get there. We rode through some cotton fields and peach orchards and got very close to the mountains, enough to see the leaves begin to turn. It was chilly even in our leathers but when the sun broke through it was a joy to be on the bike. The Heritage passed the 48,000 mile mark during the trip. The festival itself is mostly a food-oriented event and we strolled up and down, mostly people watching, then hit a wine bar for a nice glass of cab and an appetizer. Then it was on the road again for the 100 miles back to Charlotte. We’ll return next year, if nothing more than to ride through the countryside. Good thing we went when we did; the weather is rumbling and raining this morning.
Really starting to get jacked up about the trip to St. Paul for Thanksgiving, and for you, Reid, to get down here for what will be a long Christmas weekend. I still haven’t planned out what and where we will go, but a good guess is we will probably head toward the ocean somewhere. Oak Island is the likely landing spot. There’s a seedy hotel right on the beach next to a fishing pier which will serve us just fine. We ought to see what’s biting during that weekend, don’t you think? I will make arrangements. Who cares what we catch, as long as we catch something. It would be great to bring home to CLT and Chicago a few filets of edible fish.
The cleaners are here this morning tending to the details I don’t tend to. They do a nice job, a couple of Hispanic women who really work hard at it. Betsy gave me their names. Their monthly stop here is the best $100 I spend. Not that I don’t keep up, but it’s nice to have their finishing touches, if you know what I mean. Ellen, I still need to hear how the episode with your cleaners came out. Bookkeeping is apparently not their thing. Mine, either.
Watched the hairy video the guy free fall from 128,000 feet and break the sound barrier en route. He must have noogies the size of basketballs. That is one hell of a feat. To get into a balloon let alone jump out of one at a height where you see the curvature of earth is absolutely amazing. That wouldn’t be for me.
All the pork, sausage, steaks and other dietary stuff that should go off our diet was bagged up this past Sunday and toted over to Caldwell to go into the freezer for the Sunday breakfasts the church prepares for 50 or so homeless women who live in one of the church’s buildings. It was a win-win for both sides. It felt good to follow through on the threat to make a culinary change.
I find all the political news depressing. Not much civility anymore in any of the races. A woman at Caldwell, Jennifer Roberts, is running for Congress and I fear she’s going to get creamed. She is a good person, honest and straightforward with the best interests of the people at heart. The Observer endorsed her, but her opponent is kind of a Tea Party guy whose only mantra is business, anti-environment, etc. I worry about guys like that who don’t care a hoot about the 47% or for the environment. If we elect him, we will get what we deserve which won’t be much.