Leaving Brushwood

From: bobdiddley@aol.com (Bobdiddley)
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Thu, Jul 11, 2002 9:36 PM

It seemed that I was just unwinding, feeling at home with myself, and it was
time to drive away. People I had just met, and some I hadn't, waved and said
good-bye like friends from other lifetimes.

I turned onto Berry Hill Road, topped a few hills, rounded a few curves, and
didn't recognize the scenery; turned around to retrace my tracks, and couldn't
find my way back to Brushwood. After having gone in three different directions,
five miles in each, I wound up in Sherman, from a different direction than I'd
gone to Brushwood. Nice job of re-arranging all the minor roads over the
weekend, New York Highway Dept. (or was it just the local Sherman township
crew?)

I bought some bananas and cheese in Sherman for the road home - the saleslady
gave a sly grin and said, "your change is $6.66."

I was feeling strangely relaxed (and still am) - I drove past Buffalo without
even noticing it - and that's usually a grit-yer-teeth experience for me.
Between Syracuse and Watertown, there's a big Harley-Davidson dealership - I
usually check it, as it looks so incongruous in the middle of nowhere. As I
passed, I caught a glimpse of a message on the marquee sign -
"Bob's.........July 5th, 7:00"

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