spring break is here and we all know what that means: leaving the sunny, warm beach to come 11 hours to rainy, cold cincinnati to discover what all needs to be done to get this house sold.
so yesterday morning i got my act together, my things together, kissed my wife and petted my dog goodbye, and got out the door by 6:30 or so as the sun was rising. that first hour of the drive is always invigorating – on the road again, gearing up for a long drive, getting some time to just sit, look, think, listen. driving solo is not my favorite thing to do but there’s something to be said for the ability to contemplate your existence. there was a nice sunrise going on and up near century, florida there were pockets of mist and fog that stirred the old imagination up.
once i hit alabama the sun disappeared and has yet to be seen again. could this have been a harbinger of things to come? one never knows.
the drive was uneventful until almost to the alabama / tennessee border where, from a mile away, i see a huge confederate flag flying high. now, my opinion about the confederate flag is mixed as i have seen it used as a racist symbol to intimidate but also as a source of genuine pride. the vast majority of the use i’ve seen has been the former, however.
so now i’m wondering what clown would fly this thing so big that it can be seen a mile away. as i get closer, i pull over and get my camera out – this one is too good to pass by.
it’s the alabama chapter of the sons of the confederacy. their contact info? 1-800-MY-SOUTH. yeesh. i found them online and their purpose statement seems awash in doublespeak. this is an uninformed opinion, however.
i was making good time through tennessee and looked to arrive in cincinnati before 7pm. mom had already made some dinner and was ready to come over to the house with it when all of the sudden…
i-65 became a parking lot.
70 miles south of louisville, traffic comes to a halt. no signs. no emergency vehicles. no detours. just immobilized cars.
now, i lived in washington d.c. and baltimore for 10 years: i know about traffic. no problem, i said. we’ll wait it out. but then things start inching along. and continue to inch. and inch. and inch. and after about 90 minutes of inching and going maybe 7 miles, i begin texting folks to find out what the hell is going on here – my stick shift is a joy to drive until you have to work the clutch like this for more than 30 minutes. no one knew what was up. and at the 120 minute mark, i’m going a bit nuts. finally at about the 150 minute mark and 10-15 miles later, this is what i see:
still no emergency vehicles, no cops, just a couple guys trying to get a trailer out of the ditch.
well, dinner’s cold now and it’s going to be too late to have mom over. i drive for a spell, pull over, sleep for 30 minutes, and get back to it, arriving at the house around 9pm.
i’m getting too old for this.