Just a Little Trash...
09/07/2011
Yesterday I posted a piece about our Labor Day Picnic. As you might guess, 45-50 people can generate a bunch of refuse. Man, we got trash – beer bottles, plastic bottles, drink cans, used plates, leftover food and all kinds of odds and ends. Fortunately, today is trash collection day at The Farm.
This morning I loaded three very large bags of trash in the car in the pouring down rain leftover from tropical storm Lee. The garbage is picked up at the hard-surfaced road which is a half mile from the house, so the trash always gets a ride in the car. Since I was on way out of town today I thought I would just drop off the trash at the pick up point and then head to the airport.
Baltimore Washington International is 115 miles from Beautiful Downtown Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, population 624 (2010 census). Not a bad drive, but closer would be nice. Traffic was not too bad for the trip over here; the rain was touch and go. I suppose I must have a lot on my mind, I nearly missed two turns along the route, but made it to the airport with a whole lot of time to spare. I pulled the car into the parking deck, drove up to my favorite spot on the seventh floor, gathered up my cell phone and computer bag, and opened the truck lid to get my bag. Much to my surprise I also found three large bags of soon to be very ripe garbage. It is at this point I realized I am fully capable of screwing up a one car funeral.
I had thought about just leaving all three bags by a trash can on the seventh floor of the airport’s parking deck, but, inasmuch as there are cameras there and in this day and age suspicious packages being left in airports and on street corners and the havoc and panic they create, I decided it was not worth the risk. I just would not look good in prison garb, so the bags will remain in the car and I will just have to deal with the results of my faux pas – which I think literally means “dumb shit” - on Friday when I get back. The ride back to The Farm will be interesting, for sure.
And that is all I have to say about that…
Dave,
I wanted to get in touch with you to tell you of the passing of one of our boyhood friends, Ray Winkle. Ray had a true hero’s life as a career army officer, professor of physics at West Point, and chairman of the department. He had recently retired from the Army as a Brigadier General and succumbed to cancer her contracted from one of his tours and exposure to agent orange in Viet Nam.
Bob Pitman and Web Cox would like to get a small reunion of the stalwart few that remain to share some laughs, tears, and fellowship. Please contact me with your contact information so I can get some information from you.
Felix