Daniel's Summer Blog

I am still having difficulty believing what I accomplished this week, and the ease with which it proceeded. Tuesday morning, I flew out to Chicago via Charlotte. I arrived in time to catch a quick snack and an tire pressure check before heading out to the Mizrahi Grill for lunch. They, like the gentlemen at Pita Palace, have a tendency to not discriminate between "some" xarif and "the whole bucket." Therefore, when I asked for a little bit of spice, I wound up searing a hole in my tongue. My grandmother, who was clearly wise to this scheme, ordered no heat. For dinner I met up with America's Future to sample some real deep-dish pizza. It was so good, it had spinach in it. Also, while we were waiting for it to be made (35 minutes, as listed on the menu) Da Bulls pulled off the almost impossible, winning the first pick in the NBA draft, a 1.7% possibility. I navigated to the pizza parlor with only one major error, and I took the highway back, because the GPS suddenly began to function. I went to bed early in anticipation of the day to come.
Wednesday dawned bright and early. Apparently, Chicago's location in the Central Time Zone is such that it begins to get light before 5:00 AM. Grandma and I hit the road at 6:00 and only saw minimal traffic before the Skyway(where there was none). At Kimball, on the other side of the highway, there was a major stoppage that made our slowdowns pale in comparison. Once free of Chicago, the ride to Columbus was fairly pleasant. We stopped at a tourist dairy farm, saw a line of Corvettes heading down to Indianapolis, and gasped in horror as one of them was ridden off the road by a truck (he was fine, he just gunned it in the median and pulled ahead). Dinner in C-town was Indian, with huge (16-inch) crepes. Wednesday night, I learned how to play GTA IV for XBOX. It is insane.
Thursday the drive was a bit longer, but much prettier, winding through West and Regular Virginia. We stopped at Tamarack for lunch and a bit of shopping, thankfully I was not held there overlong.
On the way in I stopped at an out-of-the-way tag office to get temporary plates. Much to my surprise I was issued real plates, eliminating my inconveniencing another prisoner with more work orders. The entire process was much smoother than anticipated.
Now I am home, thinking about packing for camp, and what a short trip it will be to drive there.