Today, Mom and I drive down to the greater Huntsville metropolitan area for a Thanksgiving celebration with my brother Vincenzo, his lovely wife, and their beautiful, talented children. As I noted in yesterday's post, the idea of flying during the continuing pandemic, with alarming incidents of passengers assaulting airline staff, was not appealing to my Mom. Living in Virginia, where the vaccine distribution system is not-so-great, Mom hasn't been able to get her booster shot. Thanks, Virginia healthcare system!
Most of our journey will be along Interstate 81, which cuts through the heart of Appalachia and terminates in Tennessee. I've done this drive before, and it's a beautiful ride, though it gets tedious. We'll split the driving duties, which is a good thing, because it'll probably be a fourteen hour drive.
Post title taken from one of the 'poppier' Grateful Dead songs:
Truckin' would have been appropriate here as well...
2 comments:
I woke up whistling St Stephen ...
Hey BBBB, you might want to listen to some bluegrass while travelling through the hollers. Anything by Trampled By Turtles or the SteelDrivers ought to fit the bill. Take care.
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