A Penny For My Thoughts

Grab Your Coat, Honey Grab Your Hat,
This Train Is Leavin' And It Ain't Comin' Back

By Paul Wein

Since the last time I went on vacation to Ohio in October, I have had friends here at my home a total of four different times since then: I had Julie, Summer and Michael here for Hallowein; Then Summer and Julie came here to visit me again in mid-November; Next was Arthur, Montel, Suzi, Julie and Bronx Paul who visited in January for a double birthday party for Arthur and myself - and then during the weekend of my actual birthday when Summer came back once again. In those four visits, I must have gone to the airport a dozen times to either pick friends up or drop them off. While I never mind helping my friends get to and from the airport to see me, I am very thankful that when I go to the airport at 5:30am tomorrow, the only person I am seeing off is myself.

For tomorrow begins my latest vacation, the first this year. The best part about this vacation is that in a way - I feel as if I am taking three different vacations in five days. Tomorrow, my plane will take me, after a stopover in D.C., to Atlanta, Georgia where I will board a shuttle bus which will take me to Chattanooga, Tennessee to meet Summer. I will be spending the first day - and first night - of my vacation in her hometown of Chickamauga - a town with a population of 2,245. After living in a hometown with a total population of 2,465,326 - I can't wait to spend some time in a town that has less people living in it than work in my office building. To escape the hustle and bustle of "The City That Never Sleeps" sounds very welcoming - and who better to escape with than Summer.

The second vacation I will be taking is the road trip that Summer and I will embark on when we drive from Chickamauga to Orlando, Florida to meet Mek and Deborah, Debbie Ligon, Michael Green and his wife Krissy - and Tom and Carla - two new Digest members I have never met. Considering that I have driven to Florida from Brooklyn in late 2000, I love road trips. To be able to be on the open road with no cares or concerns as I drive through this great nation is truly my definition of freedom - and again - who better to experience freedom with than Summer.

The obvious third leg of this vacation will be when Summer and I arrive in Orlando to spend the rest of Friday through Monday in a rented, five-bedroom house with a heated pool that is only fifteen minutes from our Saturday destination - Universal Studios Florida - which will entail a day at the park during their month-long Mardi Gras celebration - with live entertainment by the B-52's.

As I sit here behind my desk at the TLC in thirty-something degree weather, with temperatures set to drop to single digits this weekend - I cannot believe that in less than twenty-four hours - I will be on a plane and on the way to new destinations, eighty degree weather - and great friends to spend this incredible weekend with. I am also elated that my first vacation of a year I plan to make my best will be three different vacations wrapped up in one...

...and I can't believe I have to wait until 6:20am tomorrow for it all to begin.

"Man I'm gonna get outta this town.
Man I'm gonna get outta this pain.
Man I'm gonna get outta this town.
Outta this town, and out of L.A.
It's all she loves.
It's all she hates.
It's all too much for her to take.
She can't be sure, just where it ends,
or where the good life begins.
So she took a train,
to a little old town without a name."

Beth Hart - L.A. Song