Road Trip: last leg
It was getting late when we finally left the train museum. We got on Route 176 heading into the heart of my boyhood haunts. In only a few miles we hit the edge of the Chicago-Milwaukee sprawl and traffic slowed way down. That made it easy to spot the funeral home run by my my second cousin:
It's a good thing I wasn't part of that business. I would have had too many wildly inappropriate marketing ideas:
"There's nothing sad about a $5,000 funeral!"
"Death and Taxes: when it's inevitable, it's Kristans!"
"You can't spell "funeral" without F-U-N!"
By this time we had been traveling, with many stops, a good 10 hours, and Bobby's carsickness again asserted itself. Fortunately we were by then driving past my old high school, and it seemed like just the time to make my first visit in 29 or so years there.
It seemed to help Bobby's stomach, if not mine. I'm sure it was as good an education as I could have gotten at any high school, but I'm very sympathetic to the idea that kids shouldn't have to spend four years in high school, and should instead start college or work sooner. Then again, it was "Carmel High School for Boys" when I attended, so maybe I'm just bitter about the deficient dating opportunities.
The lack of girls may have had other consequences. They didn't call it "Carmel School for High Boys" for nothing...
Then it was on to Retta's friends, Tina and Majid's, to catch the tail end of their son's first birthday party. What a road trip!
It's a good thing I wasn't part of that business. I would have had too many wildly inappropriate marketing ideas:
"There's nothing sad about a $5,000 funeral!"
"Death and Taxes: when it's inevitable, it's Kristans!"
"You can't spell "funeral" without F-U-N!"
By this time we had been traveling, with many stops, a good 10 hours, and Bobby's carsickness again asserted itself. Fortunately we were by then driving past my old high school, and it seemed like just the time to make my first visit in 29 or so years there.
It seemed to help Bobby's stomach, if not mine. I'm sure it was as good an education as I could have gotten at any high school, but I'm very sympathetic to the idea that kids shouldn't have to spend four years in high school, and should instead start college or work sooner. Then again, it was "Carmel High School for Boys" when I attended, so maybe I'm just bitter about the deficient dating opportunities.
The lack of girls may have had other consequences. They didn't call it "Carmel School for High Boys" for nothing...
Then it was on to Retta's friends, Tina and Majid's, to catch the tail end of their son's first birthday party. What a road trip!
Labels: Bobby, Carmel, Funeral Home, Road trip
posted by Joe at 4:13 AM
2 Comments:
Bobby did look pale in the last photo. Poor guy. Thank heavens that people grow out of carsickness. I know my siblings and I grew out of it. We were great car journey pukers when we were small.
Kristan Funeral Home? You kept that quiet.
Peggy, the funeral business is run by my second cousin's family, which we only saw at weddings and funerals, so it really wasn't "me." I didn't hang out there or anything, so there wasn't much to keep quiet.
Also, it never worked well in pickup lines.
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