Another Road Trip!

Driving almost 200 miles in one day counts as a road trip, doesn't it? I was on roads and I had a destination and I returned, so I consider it a trip.

This was a trip, all right. I went to see Lotzamoe, aka Ty. I also went to see George, the financial man. I had no problem dealing with both of them. I wish to state up front that I did not see any goats to be humped or any Pakistanis with their testicles being held up on soupspoons. For that, I am grateful. After all, I didn't take a camera with me.

I did see the Toxic Creek, and he is right. It is a dead thing. It is only about 6 inches deep, but the bottom is not visible. It may be possible that Ty throws his leftover coffee out there, since that is about the color of the creek. Otherwise, it is beautiful. The trees are almost still alive, and there are peaceful looking rocks. One must overlook the fact that there is no guardrail. I pulled my car into the parking spot and realized that if it were icy, I would drop about 20 feet or so into the creek. I asked Ty if that were ever a problem; he said "nah."

Before I got to the parking lot, however, I had to be alternately directed. I do have trouble with directions. I followed his, which were good, but he didn't realize the road was closed, so he had to come and get me and I followed him to his office. I tried not to feel stupid.

I had lunch with Ty. We talked about our childhoods, his time in the service, insomnia, alcohol (I got very tipsy on one strangely orange colored beer), foreign foods (if the meat floats, it's cat), and a myriad of topics other than finance, although we did brush on it now and then. We also discussed corn silos, Winnipeg, and road trips, plus our children, his wife, and my current love interest.

After lunch, we went back to his office and I talked over financial matters with George. This is a very intelligent and knowledgeable man, although we already knew this, didn't we? He has more financial information packed into his head than I could ever understand, and I have an advanced business degree. I told him that I know enough to know that I don't know enough. That appeared to make sense to him.

Our business was conducted, and we said goodbye. We discussed a few other journalers briefly. It was fun to meet someone from J-Land. I asked for, and received, directions home using highways because I didn't want to deal with the expressway going home at rush hour. It looked easy enough, and I was on my way. The highway closed at one point, I had to detour with no signs....I finally ran into a very nice man going down a dirt road on a horse. He directed me to the road I was seeking. Many of the roads in that area are unpaved. John Birchers and the Michigan Militiamen must like them that way. I was only an hour late to have dinner with my friend. He was good with it.

Ty is a gentleman. Totally. He opens doors, including the car. Sorry, Ty. Next time get out a goat instead of that sweet little silver kitty that showed up in the bushes.