Jimi's Great Adventure!

I used to think my 2 hour daily rounf trip commute to work was bad, but tolerable.
Based on that experience I figured I could handle a 20 hour journey home to Indian Rocks Beach. Besides, the road has always been good to me, from my '59 red and silver Schwinn, to my '03 luxury Audi.
I was on the road by 3:30 a.m., June 17. For more than 4 hours I was entertained by Met fans
calling in to WFAN, complaining about the gutless, classless firing of Willie Randolph.
As a long suffering Giants fan, I take an unhealthy delight in any other team's misery. Callers in the middle of the night are particularly disturbed, much to my demented delight.
As I distanced myself from New York, and radio reception wandered, I switched to a couple of CD's Sara gave me for Father's Day. The first, a compilation of songs Bob Dylan claims to enjoy, was more amusing than entertaining. (He can't possibly like some of these songs.)
The second CD was a late sixties live Simon & Garfunkel concert, featuring an early performance
of "Bridge Over Troubled Waters." Having never heard the song before, its introduction was met by stone silence from the crowd. However, tumultuous applause followed. Brilliant; way cool!

I also treated myself to some Limbaugh paranoia. Apparently, we are doomed. Oh well......

I made good time; even survived traffic thru Baltimore and Washington with only minimal traffic delays. Other than all to frequent stops for gas, I can characterize the trip as "pleasant."

I actually got within 10 minutes of northern Florida before I stopped for the night at around 8.
Motel 8; 50 bucks. I actually stopped earlier at an Econolodge, but refused to pay their rate of $70. The clerk tried to entice me with a 10% AARP discount. I gave her my best "don't mess with Jimbo" look and left. Unfortunately, I think she misinterpreted my look as "cheap, pathetic loser."

Waffle House provided a late dinner. Service was excellent, two servers, one customer. My primary server was Abigail. She called me "Baby." I think she saw this wanderer as her ticket out of Smalltown, Ga. Or maybe, she calls everyone "Baby." She did give me extra chilli on my homefries though.

I left her a generous tip, but I also left her in Smalltown.

Another relatively early start, and I'm on the beach by noon. As I may have mentioned, life is good on the beach.
I am Snowbird, perhaps a little confused, since I arrived in the summer, but snowbird nonetheless.