After twenty minutes on the road, I realized that the return trip from
Oneonta to Syracuse late this afternoon was the longest stretch I’ve driven
alone in over two years. Yeah. Can you believe it? One hundred and
fifteen miles, half of which are like a labyrinthine winder through the
curvaceous NY countryside (I still love that scene from Peewee’s Big
Adventure). Other half? The I-90 thru-way.
Ph. and I drove to Baseball Village this morning to watch a game. My
twelve-year-old cousin and his team from the Kansas City area played in the
quarterfinals against some team from San Diego. It was a terrific game, other
than the final score favoring the kids from California, 7-5. After lunch with my
aunt and uncle, I drove back to Syracuse (for D. and me the last birthing class
was tonight; it included an entry-worthy tour of the hospital). Ph. stayed back
in Oneonta to check out the Soccer Hall of
Fame and hang out with family.
But on the drive, I was suddenly very bored. I had the iPod jacked into the
Element’s auxiliary input and shuffling through my so-so music collection.
Bored. And I also got out the camera and humored myself with a bit of
photodriving. Except for the extremely curvy stretches, it’s relatively safe.
Okay, well, safer than talking on a cell phone.
Here’s one at the fields this morning:
And from the Hall of Fame: