motel room: another kind of time warp

I'm propped up on motel pillows watching Cash Cab. Any of you watch Cash Cab? I like Cash Cab. Except for when Ben, in the moment before the "You're in the Cash Cab" reveal, sometimes does his mumbly impression of a Middle Eastern or Indian accent, for the set-up to the little ha ha, faked 'em out. (Okay I don't hate when he does Italian New York guy or Brooklyn or Jersey boxer type voice.) But there's something queer about Ben's overall demeanor that I enjoy observing. Queer different. Queer "a little off." And then there are the folks who get in the cab.

During the commercials I've flipped channels and been reminded that the weather looks great for the last leg of my drive, once I finally get showered & going. It'll be raining at the end, but I'll have some 65 Farenheit and sunny before that.

I have time to take little roads and routes I've not rolled over dozens of times, and stop a bit when I want. That's cuz yesterday I didn't drive all the way home but lollygagged and pissed around, playing with Jordy the Jack Russell, visiting more than one antique mall & a farm market, and stopping to nap whenever I got fadey.

Should I have bought this?



I almost bought that.

Ooh, Cash Cab After Dark! Even better.

motel room: another kind of time warp

I'm propped up on motel pillows watching Cash Cab. Any of you watch Cash Cab? I like Cash Cab. Except for when Ben, in the moment before the "You're in the Cash Cab" reveal, sometimes does his mumbly impression of a Middle Eastern or Indian accent, for the set-up to the little ha ha, faked 'em out. (Okay I don't hate when he does Italian New York guy or Brooklyn or Jersey boxer type voice.) But there's something queer about Ben's overall demeanor that I enjoy observing. Queer different. Queer "a little off." And then there are the folks who get in the cab.

During the commercials I've flipped channels and been reminded that the weather looks great for the last leg of my drive, once I finally get showered & going. It'll be raining at the end, but I'll have some 65 Farenheit and sunny before that.

I have time to take little roads and routes I've not rolled over dozens of times, and stop a bit when I want. That's cuz yesterday I didn't drive all the way home but lollygagged and pissed around, playing with Jordy the Jack Russell, visiting more than one antique mall & a farm market, and stopping to nap whenever I got fadey.

Should I have bought this?



I almost bought that.

Ooh, Cash Cab After Dark! Even better.

almost home

I'm at a rest stop on the Ohio Turnpike, which I picked up at Strongsville. The zig-zagging will save me a few smackers---tolls have gone up. It's 10 bucks now from Toledo to the PA border.

Earlier today I was at another stretch of the Ohio River north of Wheeling. Third time I've gone moseying down along there. Follansbee had its appeal, but I'm glad I didn't croak there. Had a scary moment of numbness on one side of my face while on WVa Rte 2 in that town. Pulled over and tried to breathe while figuring out whether it was anything, reassuring myself that the semi-symmetrical (if mirthless) smile I had no trouble grimacing was a good sign.


This trip has featured countless Halloween displays and decorations, most of them at residences. Time was, back in the postcard heyday, Halloween wasn't all that, holiday-wise-speaking. That's why postcards relating to All Hallows' Eve are so valuable; they're scarce. It's been fun seeing what people have done with their houses, porches, yards. Has me thinking I might acquire one new Halloween thing every year, starting perhaps with a really big inflatable plastic jack o'lantern.

Here's one Halloween house I took a picture of. It's in one of my old neighborhoods in Baltimore:

almost home

I'm at a rest stop on the Ohio Turnpike, which I picked up at Strongsville. The zig-zagging will save me a few smackers---tolls have gone up. It's 10 bucks now from Toledo to the PA border.

Earlier today I was at another stretch of the Ohio River north of Wheeling. Third time I've gone moseying down along there. Follansbee had its appeal, but I'm glad I didn't croak there. Had a scary moment of numbness on one side of my face while on WVa Rte 2 in that town. Pulled over and tried to breathe while figuring out whether it was anything, reassuring myself that the semi-symmetrical (if mirthless) smile I had no trouble grimacing was a good sign.


This trip has featured countless Halloween displays and decorations, most of them at residences. Time was, back in the postcard heyday, Halloween wasn't all that, holiday-wise-speaking. That's why postcards relating to All Hallows' Eve are so valuable; they're scarce. It's been fun seeing what people have done with their houses, porches, yards. Has me thinking I might acquire one new Halloween thing every year, starting perhaps with a really big inflatable plastic jack o'lantern.

Here's one Halloween house I took a picture of. It's in one of my old neighborhoods in Baltimore: