I still have the call of spring in my blood from my time in Northern Vermont. On the first week of spring one takes their car out early into the morning into the unknown. I gather my LT jersey and a box of CDS and hit the road. The car drifts seamlessly across the landscape as exotic scenery passes by.
I can not grasp why but the urge to do this again has hit me strongly. Unfortunately, my nephew needs my car and I will have to settle for less. It has been five years since I went on vacation and my spirit could use some R&R.
I was planning to see route 210 in Maine, but by the time my nephew's classes are over it will be tourist season. I understand the economy is tough and he needs my car more than I do. I miss the days of taking out the car across the North seeking the unknown.
My passport should be there by then but the moment will have passed. It is more important to be a good relative. I will have to settle for adventure closer to home. I will be joining the Guyanese Church trip to Atlantic City. However, that is not exactly my type of fun as I enjoyed the old Atlantic City better. I miss the huge planters Peanut Shop and the amusement arcade and small aquariums.