Star Date 2006: San Antonio to Phoenix
Waring, Tx - Well, as you may have noticed a large gap exists in my posts. I have a very good reason for doing this. You see, I was a on a trip. Now, seeing as internet access was not to be found (save for one truck stop in San Jon, New Mexico) I did not posts anything while on the trip. However, I did take some notes so I will recount my trip day by day starting with day one of course.
This all started when my good friend Jonathan called with an inquiry several weeks ago: would I be willing, for a lump of money, to drive a moving van from Phoenix to Nashville for a friend?
Many of you know me well enough to know my response to this ridiculous question: Uh, duh. Of course I would! I love traveling on other people's money.
I heard nothing more from him until Friday of last week at which point he told me I had to leave on Saturday if I wanted to do it. I got on the horn and made some calles and wa-lah Saturday I found myself in the San Antonio airport preparing for a trip driving roughly 1,700 miles across pretty much a majority chunk of the southern continental United States.
Also, many of you who know me that nothing like a seemingly "normal" trip for me could ever end up as such. Let me just say, by the time this series of story ends, you will be shaking your head much like I was.
Here was the plan:
Day one: Fly from San Antonio to Phoenix.
Day two: Drive.
Day three: Drive a little more.
Day four: Drive farther.
Day five. Fly from Nashville to San Antonio.
So there I was in the San Antonio airport and this is where our day one story begins.
DAY ONE:
I flew from San Antonio to Phoenix and met an informant named "Bob" who supposedly owned the belongings I would be moving. "Bob" was very cordial and drove me to the pickup location, a "house" that him and his "family" used to live "in" while they still resided in "Phoenix." Having had a long day "Bob" and I both retired for the night, me wondering what Day Two would bringing and "Bob" wondering if I could handle such a daunting challenge.
TO BE CONTINUED...
That's the story of my life...
This all started when my good friend Jonathan called with an inquiry several weeks ago: would I be willing, for a lump of money, to drive a moving van from Phoenix to Nashville for a friend?
Many of you know me well enough to know my response to this ridiculous question: Uh, duh. Of course I would! I love traveling on other people's money.
I heard nothing more from him until Friday of last week at which point he told me I had to leave on Saturday if I wanted to do it. I got on the horn and made some calles and wa-lah Saturday I found myself in the San Antonio airport preparing for a trip driving roughly 1,700 miles across pretty much a majority chunk of the southern continental United States.
Also, many of you who know me that nothing like a seemingly "normal" trip for me could ever end up as such. Let me just say, by the time this series of story ends, you will be shaking your head much like I was.
Here was the plan:
Day one: Fly from San Antonio to Phoenix.
Day two: Drive.
Day three: Drive a little more.
Day four: Drive farther.
Day five. Fly from Nashville to San Antonio.
So there I was in the San Antonio airport and this is where our day one story begins.
DAY ONE:
I flew from San Antonio to Phoenix and met an informant named "Bob" who supposedly owned the belongings I would be moving. "Bob" was very cordial and drove me to the pickup location, a "house" that him and his "family" used to live "in" while they still resided in "Phoenix." Having had a long day "Bob" and I both retired for the night, me wondering what Day Two would bringing and "Bob" wondering if I could handle such a daunting challenge.
TO BE CONTINUED...
That's the story of my life...
posted by Winston A. Hall at 3:33 PM
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