Thursday, July 16, 2009

Land of the Free & the Home of the Brave

I started my traveling this morning at 7:30am Pacific. With a distinct lack of both information and deadline I decided I'd depend on public transportation. I braved bad directions, unfamiliar places, inattention, annoying seatmates and a host of other minor distractions and I was this close to getting all the way home. You know what broke me? The 8th Avenue subway at 14th Street in Manhattan. Police investigation at Jay Street temporarily suspending all service to Brooklyn. I caved and hauled my heavy things up out from under ground, raised my hand high in defeat and hailed a cab. I'm home (as of 10:17pm Eastern), I've restored sound capability to my television, watched a couple of things, ordered in food and should hit the hay soon in order to be ready to pick up my beloved pooch tomorrow morning.

I have much to say but no capacity to say it. How was your week?


  1. Funny; I would never think of hailing a cab as "defeat."

    Welcome home, Honey! I'm looking forward to your trip stories!

  2. Welcome home! My computer missed you!

  3. Welcome back! I can't wait to hear about the trip. What a long day of travel it is when you come from West to East.

  4. Woo hoo!!! HOME SWEET HOME. Glad you're back, safe and sound. Rest up. We're panting with anticipation for the stories!