Day sixteen: We're ready to continue our search for America - but the van isn't. Loud grinding from the front end. Sears says our rotors need to be turned. Two and a half hours and $200 later, we're off again.
Day seventeen: In the motel - "Sorry, Annie, the clock is on my side of the bed." "Oh, that's okay. I never use it anyway. The only time I look at the clock is to get the time." ?????
Day eighteen: Ever been through a Border Patrol Inspection Station? Four burly guys and a German shepherd around my car. I expected the usual 'Where were you born? question. Nope! "Are you both U.S. citizens?" Did I panic? "Oswego, NY....er...Penfield, ...Um...My country 'tis of thee..."
Luckily, they laughed - I didn't.
I see the Yanks broke their 4-game losing streak. It doesn't look good for them, but it was a good fight.
I read where John Farrell of the Red Sox, is the favorite for Manager-of-the-Year in the American League. He's done a good job, but he does have all the horses this year. Joe Girardi has to be running away with the award this year. He's had to play a Triple A team that hasn't even played as good as a Triple A team, and they're still in it with a week and a half to go. Am I the only one that sees this?
I'm too tired to research all the quotes. Maybe in a couple of days.
CP-
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