"The Three Men I Admire Most"
"The three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost/Caught the last train for the Coast/The day the music died." Don McLean – "American Pie".
Many of the Faithful have been questioning my whereabouts. Yes, Irene accounts for two straight days of surfing. But the waves have long since left. Turns out the seller's attorney was able to get his act together long enough to sell me a house.
The closing was on September 1, which worked out well since due to the large student population only 99% of the apartments turn over on September 1, in Boston. Before I get started on the details, assuming you are in good health moving is the second worst experience I know. (The first being surfing with Daddy at Jeness Beach after a storm. With head high waves pounding in Daddy always assures me we can paddle out to the break. After an hour of being "caught inside" always ending in a near death experience we wash back up on shore. Daddy says, "I thought we could make it." (Yes, if Daddy asked me to jump off a bridge I would.) But I digress.
The LOL (lovely old lady) is tremendous under stressful situations: tremendously bad. So about three hours in no one was speaking. Actually worked out well since we were able to concentrate on the task at hand. (After locating the closest UHaul truck 60 miles away I saved maybe a net $100 doing it myself.)
Moving is common misery, we have all done it. When I was young I only possessed what could fit in the back of a Honda hatchback. That was in case I had to leave town in a hurry, which back then I often did. Now like everyone else I have too much "stuff".
Some of the stuff I treasure is basically unique and signed memorabilia from the three men I admire most: Keith Richards, Bob Dylan and Chris Robinson. I was kind of excited to be able to display these trophies. One step into the house the LOL stated, "Nothing to do with you, Keith, Bobby, or Chris is coming in this house."
When I mentioned that we needed some gnomes for the front door (Chris Robinson is always accompanied on stage by a trio of gnomes), the LOL yelled, "You are NOT Chris Robinson."
Home ownership is great though. I am sitting in the dark (electric company still a little tied up with the 500,000 storm outages). I have no cable (Comcast busy with the other 99% of the people who moved two days ago.) For the second straight night I have to actually converse with the LOL.
Unpacking has been great too. I put stuff where I want it. When I leave the LOL moves it and I can't find anything. I'd be happy if I could just locate the keys to the surf mobile so I could join the fellas at "the Coast". More waves on the way, thank you Father, Son and the Holy Ghost.
KOKO
