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Kansas, Day Two

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Bill, Sherre, Me, Jillain, Corinne
Aunt Sherre, me, Uncle Bill, Jillain, Corinne at Jason’s Deli

Early in the morning I got up and took a walk around the neighborhood. It’s a big neighborhood, with huge houses. It’s also very new, and some of the houses aren’t even completely built yet. The development is on the edge of a corn field. I saw some sunflowers there and decided to go walking through it. It was super muddy though, so I decided against it.

Darren went to work and the kids went to their school, but Tisha wasn’t feeling well, so she stayed home. So the two of us just sat around and chatted. It was the first time in a VERY long time that I didn’t have anything to do or worry about, so I could honestly just sit down and relax. It felt great.

When Darren got home from work and the kids got back, we all drove into Overland Park to meet some family for dinner. It was Uncle Bill, Aunt Sherre, Jillain, and her three kids; Corinne, MacQuistan, Riley. We at dinner at Jason’s Deli. Afterwards we sat outside and chatted for a bit, which was nice.

We said good bye to Bill, Sherre, Jillain & the kids and drove back to Gardner. Then Darren gave me a ride on his Honda Phantom around the neighborhood. I hate motorcycles, but for some reason I always enjoy riding on them with Darren. I think part of is that he’s a very responsible rider, and I’ve always trusted him on them. He’s the only person I do trust on a motorcycle.

That ride was great; it was one of the highlights of the trip.

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Currently listening to: The Warning by Hot Chip

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August 31, 2006 at 4:36 pm

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Gardner, KS

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Darren at Austin's
Darren

Wednesday morning Leah and I awoke at seven to go eat breakfast at a local diner. It was crisp green and white and sparkly clean, like toothpaste. The whole town was clean. In fact, I did see some sort of city employee who was walking around with a stick with a grabber on the end picking up trash. But there was no trash, so he was picking up wayward leaves.

After flapjacks and bacon, I said goodbye to Leah and hopped on the road again. 2.5 hours to St. Louis, and then it would be another 4.5 hrs to Gardner. After about two hours on the road, I saw a sign for Lebanon, and remembered that that was the name of the city where Ariana was staying for the week, so I decided to exit the highway and stop to suprise her.

After about 20 minutes of driving down a country road followed by a futile search for Cedars Camp around Lebanon, I stopped at the town’s little downtown visitor’s center, only to be told that I was in Lebanon Illinois, and the Lebanon I was thinking about was probably in Missouri, or maybe Indiana, because there was a Lebanon there, too.

I sighed, and got back on the road, feeling a little silly that I’d lost 45 minutes. I continued down the road towards St. Louis, and decided that I wouldn’t spend any more time on trying to find the right Lebanon.

I cruised through St. Louis a bit after noon and had a fun time whizzing around that city as I transferred from the city to the interstate that would lead me to Kansas City. The highways on St. Louis are big and round and easy to navigate. Driving on them reminded me 1) of my college days living near St. Louis and 2) of a toy car road track I had as a child.

It had been overcast all day, but the sun broke through somewhere along the Ozarks. That picked up my spirits quite a bit, and I cranked the music and rolled down the windows.

After a few traffic jams, I arrived in Gardner, just outside of Kansas City, around 6:30 pm. My sister-in-law Tisha had left to take their three year old daughter to her first dance lesson, so Darren, little Blake and I left for dinner at a nearby sports bar cafe called Austin’s. Tisha and Taylor met up with us a while later after Taylor’s dance lesson.

Darren, Tisha and family have recently moved into a new big house in the suburbs. It’s been freshly built, with all new amenities and a hi tech carpet that rejects liquids. The whole suburb is the exact same way, new and big. I had lived in suburbs growing up, but hadn’t quite been exposed to this level of seriousness.

The new development had been built on the side of a corn field, and was still so new that many of the houses were still unoccupied. After dinner, I sat on their porch looking out over the cul-de-sac to watch the sunset.

Sunsets in the Midwest are so much more beautiful than sunsets in the East. Or at least the NorthEast. Something about the atmosphere in the midwest makes the air hazy, which diffuses the setting’s sun light across the whole sky, making the entire heavens glow orange and red. I had forgotten about it until that moment. But seeing it made me remember home. I was almost there.

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August 30, 2006 at 7:58 pm

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Champaign, IL

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Me & Leah
Me an’ Leah in Champaign

Tuesday morning, after a bagel sandwich breakfast, I hugged Maggie goodbye and traversed two or three of the bridges that are the apple of Pittsburgh’s dreary steel eye. I left at 10:30 am and drove for about eight hours due west.

I couldn’t seem to shake the overcast drizzle of Pittsburgh, however, it held onto me long after I’d left Pennsylvania, gone through the sliver of West Virginia into Ohio. I expereienced some sunshine, however, in that state, for a moment, coupled with some unexplained backups on highway 70, where I sat trapped in traffic. At least the weather was nice.

I arrived in Champaign, or Champaign-Urbana, as some refer to it as, around 6:30 that evening, after gaining an hour as I crossed into the Central time zone. I wasn’t sure what to expect out of Champaign, but I was pleasantly surprised. By that point in my trip, most of the colonial New England architecture had been replaced by more modern 20th century type buildings, and the lush green lawns and quiet charm of the midwestern neighborhoods were lovely and quaint.

I drove to Leah’s house. I hadn’t seen Leah in over a year, maybe as long as a year and a half, so it was wonderful to see her again. She introduced me to her roommate, and then the three of us left to eat at a Mexican restaurant down the street. The restaurant was pink with purple shutters, but I can’t remember the name of it. But the food was great! It tasted more authentic than anything I’d had in Boston,and I cheerd and declared it as a hallmark of me traveling in the right direction.

After dinner, Leah and I walked across the downtown part of Champaign to a bar called the Blind Pig. Champaign is really an adorable little town; it’s small but the restaurants and bars it does have are fun and beautiful. I really enjoyed walking around that little trendy district, which was now in the process of welcoming back it’s students for the new semester. We had a few fancy beers, and chatted with some f the locals.

Leah has a special talent of befriending local people and always has a good system of friends wherever she goes; a talent of which I’m just the teeniest bit envious. But talking to Leah was wonderful; she seems to be really enjoying life.

She’s in her second year of grad school, studing to be an urban planner, and spends time in East Saint Louis helping the people that live in those neighborhoods. She even has a plaque she received from the city in honor of a trash cleanup she helped coordinate earlier this year.

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August 29, 2006 at 7:39 pm

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Pittsburgh, PA

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Me & Maggs on Squirrel Hill
Me & Maggie on Squirrel Hill. I look sooo ‘tah-ded.

Monday morning, at 5 am I awake to my friend Maggie doing a little dance in front of me, singing a song about getting my bike rack loaded on my car so that we can leave. She flips on the light, and I sigh, remembering that today is the day that we are leaving Boston. Which means there’s no time to hit the snooze button.

I get up out of bed, pull on the jeans and tshirt I have laid out for the day, and Maggie and I go downstairs to mount my bike rack on my car in preparation for leaving.

The weekend before has been hectic. I have been moving out, and Ariana’s future roommate, Jason, has moved in. I tried, with great futility, to keep my mood one of calm and relaxation the three days before I left Boston. Since Friday, after a serene and friendly goodbye lunch with my boss Justin, my mind’s been a little hamster on a treadwheel, spinning around trying to remember every little detail I needed to accomplish before I leave the city. After jumping around from one task to another without really being able to keep myself focused, I have somehow arrived at 5:00 am Monday morning, with my car completely packed and loaded, and now have to prepare for the 11 hour drive to Pittsburgh with Maggie.

We both run around the apartment a couple of more times, making sure we have everything loaded up in the car, before giving a quick hug to sleepy Jason sitting on the couch, and heading down stairs with Ariana, who’s walking us down for the final goodbye.

Still dark outside, we quickly strap on the bike rack and add my bike, and then I turn to give Ariana one last hug.

Maggie and I cruise down Beacon towards Mass Ave, connect up with the Massachusetts Pike, and I look back one more time at the city that I’m leaving forever. Then Maggie and I are on the highway, and there is nothing ahead of me but road, road, road.

Maggie’s just making the trip with me to Pittsburgh, where I’m dropping her off to start her new semester at Carnegie-Mellon. I’m happy to have her with me, tho, on the longest leg of my trip to my midway destination point of Oklahoma. We stop at Dunkin’ Donuts for one last coffee goodbye for me, since there are no Du-do’s out on the west coast. Then, we proceed through the misty, overcast morning, with some My Morning Jacket on the radio, into the unknown. (At least for me!)

The trip goes surprisingly fast, and after a few little traffic clogs, and a few stops for snacks, we arrive in Pittsburgh around 5:30 pm. As we drive into Pittsburgh, it’s overcast and the city looks a little bit worn down.

Pittsburgh is a steel town and it seems a little dreary, and the townspeople all seem to be worried or angry. Don’t think I’d want to live there. But there are a bunch of cool bridges in that town, which redeems it a little. Maggie says there are over 70 bridges.

We went out to dinner at a Thai place with some of her friends for dinner, followed by Gelatti, which Maggie says is a Pittsburgh specialty. It consists of frozen custard layered with Italian ice. Good stuff!

Afterward we went back to her apartment, and I fell asleep almost immediately after walking through the door.

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August 28, 2006 at 4:22 pm

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Bye Bye Boston

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Well, this is the official last post I’m going to make in Boston. I’m leaving this town–for good–in less than two days. Wish me luck!

In closing, I’m going to leave you with a fun photo I took the other night. Pose by 5 year old Grace. Makes me laugh every time.

animal-world

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Currently listening to: Silversun Pickups

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August 26, 2006 at 5:37 pm

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Dear Grilled Cheese

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Dear Grilled Cheese Sandwich, why are you so tasty? I made you lovinly in my frying pan in the kitchen, and then managed to eat you in entirety in front of the TV during the commercial break of a show I am not even watching.

I ran back into the kitchen to make another, but there is no cheese left.

This time, it’s going to be an egg sandwich. I know I will not love him as much.

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August 24, 2006 at 12:25 am

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Jill Carroll’s Story

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ILLUSTRATION BY JILLIAN TAMAKI

I turned to the two guards sitting on cushions a few feet away and started to panic. Really, really panic.

“Oh my God, oh my God, they’re going to kill me, this is going to be it. I don’t know when but they’re going to do it,” I thought.

I crawled over to Abu Hassan, the one who seemed more grown-up and sympathetic. His 9mm pistol was by his side, as usual.

“You’re my brother, you’re truly my brother,” I said in Arabic. “Promise me you will use this gun to kill me by your own hand. I don’t want that knife, I don’t want the knife, use the gun.”

I started to cry hysterically.

The Christian Science Monitor has started publishing an 11 part series on the story of Jill Carroll. She’s an amazing writer, and this story is captviating. You can read it here.

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August 16, 2006 at 4:05 pm

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