Mildly puzzling stories from the road

After a long car ride with no radio and an out of tune banjo with only 3 strings, we took a moment to get out of the car and stretch our legs. Unfortunately, we were still on the interstate and hadn’t actually stopped driving.

Exiting a car when it is moving at 70 mph is both exhilarating and painful. It results in the recognition of some important and meaningful lessons…which I can only seem to remember when a fan is blowing in my face.

Helpful tip: Tuck and roll.

…This is a brief excerpt from the chapter in my autobiography titled: Mildly Puzzling Stories from Road.

From my unfinished memoirs...

Here is the beginning of chapter 5 of my still unfinished memoirs...

“One time, while suffering from a high fever, I became convinced that leprechauns were sneaking into my closet at night.    

…After the fever passed I realized how silly was this delusion. But we were never able to explain why there were small green suits hanging by my dress shirts.”

I may have mis-read the situation

The colorful building in the photo is a hotel on Fort Myers Beach where I stayed for several days this past summer. I stopped by to say “hello” this afternoon because I realized they probably missed me, even though I neglected to make the bed when I left.

So, I was surprised and a little disappointed when I walked in to the main office laughing, high-fiving folks and kissing several babies, only to discover that no one knew who I was.

…Frankly, this non-recognition factor comes in handy when it’s time to make a getaway.

 My visit was brief.