We were graciously afforded the Lincoln Sabre (I’ll never forget the model) to head into ‘town’ to kill some time. What that means, in fact, is that it was still light out, maybe mid afternoon, and we were allowed to drive into Galena to “check out the shops”. That, to us at the time, meant laugh at the locals and putz around, talking about pressing highschool social matters for a few hours before returning home for dinner on the grill next to the lake. We were in highschool and we were needing to escape, and we all felt alive as we headed into town.
My family’s rooted in New York, where my parents met, my grandma lives, and I think at least a third of my first cousin’s reside. That’s a third of a pretty big number. Ours is a New England family, despite my having been raised in a suburb in Illinois. In fact, prior to my 26th birthday I would have been less disoriented blindfolded in Manhattan than in Chicago.
The rest of you could be people I know and love, or maybe you’re a blogger who’s been hanging out with me in this weird party for the last few years. It’s okay that I’m not sure who you are. It shouldn’t really matter.
We laughed about our kooky parents and contemplated the question marks in our futures. She has friends going to SXSW so I had to explain that I was going to the Geek Bonnaroo, not the music part that normal people attend. She gave me a video tour of her crash pad down there, and introduced two of her roommates who were hanging around.
I was writing about my tragedy as a soccer player with two years left to prove otherwise. I’d let down a team that would eventually ask me to be their Captain, and I was unaware of the connection that I’d forge between writing and my emotions.
The mountains and the lake and the cabin life was really great; I forget every year how relaxing a world can be without technology moving it along at it’s hefty clip. We have a family golf tournament early in the week on one of the world’s most beat up golf courses on earth and the golf carts are probably the most advanced technology in the whole town. I think the local library just operates on your word that you’ll return their books.
Tonight I get in my car with my dog and we drive across the country.
I find myself in the mode in which seven days with no real phone and sporatic internet puts someone like me. Someone with clients and a full-time side job running a blogger network and all the other things that pop into your head before you take off into the wilderness like “don’t forget deoderant” and “like you’ll really need deoderant, D”.