With things swinging back into relative blogging normalcy once again, I’ve promised on a couple of occasions to tell you of my hotel adventures on my drive from Colorado to Florida.
Let me start by telling you that I’m not what you’d call a “hotel snob”. I’ve stayed in everything from a 5 star “kiss my ass” $600 a night room in South Beach Miami to a $25 a night joint that the people at the end of exit ramps begging for money are trying to stay in.
After yesterdays post, I found it a little difficult to find a proper segue from the serious back to the funny. It wasn’t easy, but in the end I think it’s the way Mr. Williams would have gone with it.
So, given the recent look at mortality I’ve had to take, I thought I’d take a moment to share a few things I’ve got on my bucket list.
For those of you that are unfamiliar with what a bucket list is, it is a list of things that we want to accomplish before we die. For those of you that are familiar, I apologize for insulting your intelligence.
So here goes. Consider this kind of a fucked up “Top 20 Thursday” in no particular order: Read the rest . . .
In all my travels across this country, I have to say that there really couldn’t have been a better place to come home to than North Carolina. We really do have a little bit of everything you need right here in our diverse little state. We have the beach, mountains, flatlands, swamps and illegal immigrants. The state is even shaped in such a way as to point at the rest of the country demanding that the rest of the states bow to it’s superiority. Read the rest . . .
My time in the Marine Corps provided me with a unique opportunity to see the United States from an interesting perspective. Being that I traveled around, not so much WITH the President of the US, but FOR him, I got to see pretty close to every major city in the country. Quite a good handful of minor one’s as well. You see, the plane (we referred to our helicopters as planes, I don’t know why, just stick with me here) I traveled with carried varying cargo depending on the event itself. We went to whatever city the President was headed to about 2 to 3 days ahead of time, participated in whatever event the President was there for and then left the next morning to head off for the next destination. The majority of the time we were there was work, but we did get usually a night of down time while there. Or 9 nights, but that was rare. Read the rest . . .