I've said a lot of goodbyes this week. I quit my job, not spur of the moment, and stood-by as Roverine buried her Grandmother. Both were bittersweet moments that held more than smidge of hope. The Grand Roverine had been battling Alzheimer's for the last seven years and by the time I came on the scene five years ago, her personality was all but gone. From family stories she seemed like a grand old lady. Her parents rode a steamship over from Ireland in the early 1900s. She married a pilot in 1944 and boldly waited at home as he flew missions over "The Hump" in Burma. He came home and they lived that American dream for many years. They bought a brand new home in suburbia and raised six children. One fought in Vietnam, one was held hostage by Saddam Hussein in 1991, one is a doctor, one is a lawyer, they all loved her fiercely. So I stood there, watching what could be any family in our country say goodbye to a woman I never knew, and was both sad and happy. I was sad because everyone was sad. She marked the end of a great generation for them, and in many was was the defining member of the family. I was happy because she left many letters and instructions behind, and made it very clear that she knew exactly where she was going after death. That was awesome. When I first met her I saw her struggle as her mind went away and she struggled to understand the world around her. In the last years she sometimes struggled to function at all. It is painful to think of the hell she lived with when she had such a firm hope in heaven. In the end her death was a release for everyone, and it is encouraging to watch someone who has struggled so much pass away filled with so much hope.
And then there's my job. About two years ago I decided that it was time to move on. At the time it was apparent where I was going to move on to, but that came with time. Sunday was my last day of work, and it was pretty hard. For a significant piece of time I was so focused on getting out that I didn't think about what I would leave behind when I finally left. I had formed a pseudo family at work the members of which I had worked with in various capacities for nearly ten years. Many of them have been heroes of mine as far back as High School. Sunday turned out to be a good day to end it all though. I spent most of the day sitting with a mentor who had been one of those High School heroes and we had a really good talk. He shared a lot of hopes and fears that I never knew existed in such grand men. Anyway, enough of that sentimental crap. I will still hear from those with whom I was tight, and that's all that matters. Tomorrow I move into my new office where I will explore the land mine ridden world of youth ministry. It is so exciting going from a job where I felt like I was locked in a cage to one where the only limitations are the ones that I make myself. Later.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
A Little Slice of America
This past weekend, having some free time and money, Roverine and I set off for the great white north of Canada and the allure of Niagara Falls. Some of you know that I have a rocky relationship with MapQuest, and that pillar of ineptitude disappointed yet again when I saw that it couldn't come up with any "good" way to get me to Niagara Falls. When I travel I want highway, big, broad, straight, fast, highway. What MapQuest provided me with was a smattering of Interstate, secondary routes, and rural byways. There were more unbelievable twists and turns in this route than even Dan Brown could comprehend. But, alas, it was a busy week and I didn't have the time to plot out my own route, so on Saturday morning we loaded up the car and headed North. Just North of Harrisburg we crossed over the Susquehanna River, and began to follow US 15N. It was surprisingly pleasant, cutting a path through the heart of Pennsylvania while following the curves of the Susquehanna. We past a number of rundown, but somewhat charming, river towns which contained a disturbing amount of adult video stores. It was a beautiful day, and the first leg of the journey didn't seem all that bad at all.
After sixty some miles we past Selinsgrove and the river and the roadway parted ways. Normally this would sadden me as the presence of a waterway always adds a little charm to life, but I didn't have time to be disappointed because 15N turned into some real highway and began to dive and twist and wind through the mountains of northern PA. It really was an exhilarating drive as I didn't see another car for miles and divided my time between hair raising mountain switchbacks and broad expanses of beautiful mountain highway where 85mph seemed to only be scraping the surface of possibility.
After passing Mansfield and entering New York the mountains flattened away and the signs of industry and development began to appear again. 15N eventually butted into Interstate 86 and we took a short eastbound detour into Corning for the Corning Museum of Glass. The museum itself is fairly decent, probably excellent if you are into glass spanning two thousand years, but its real charms are the glass blowing show and the "Studio" where guests create their own glass works while being guided by students of the Museum's glass blowing school. Roverine and I made flowers.
After the variety of 15N, Interstates 86 and 390 were monotonous at best, but then MapQuest threw me another curve. We left the highway for the rural routes of New York 63 and 36. With the mountains of PA and the light industry around the finger lakes gone, we settled into the gentle rhythm of farm lands and town squares. This was Americana at its best. Each town was different, yet the same. Each main thoroughfare was decorated to honor the glory of the local football team or the valor of fallen soldiers from years ago. While this was a nice change of pace, I was glad when the continual barrage of country markets and general stores ended, and I turned onto the merge ramp for I90, the New York State Throughway.
Despite having the largest toll ticket I have ever seen, the New York State Throughway also had some of the worst driving I have ever seen. I'm normally a fast lane driver. I believe that, on the freeway, speed equals power. Not insane or reckless speed, but enough speed to control your own destiny. I90 forever destroyed that myth. I was initially uncomfortable when 75 mph wasn't sufficient to keep pace with traffic. By the time I hit 80 mph and was being tailgated by a man in a minivan who was reading a book, I decided that this game was not for me, and retired to the right hand lane. Fortunately, I soon came to I290, then I190, and found myself crossing over the Niagara River with the mist from the falls in the distance. Our "romantic package" in Canada didn't start until Sunday night, so we dove off into the US before crossing the border and spent the night in some low rate motel on the American side. That brings me to the topic of my next post "Niagara Falls: Where America Get Screwed."
I really have to thank MapQuest for this one. I haven't enjoyed a drive so much in a long time. I find it a bit ironic that I found such an enjoyable slice of America on my way to Canada. My only regret is not stopping at Reptiland, but what can I say, Roverine is evil. If you ever find yourself hankering to go to Niagara, take the MapQuest Route. It will be worth your time.
If you do decide to make the trip, Here's your playlist:
15N - Redemption Songs Jars of Clay
O Brother Where Art Thou Soundtrack.
I86 and I390 - Anything Techno
NY 63, 36, and 90 - Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits.
I90, I290, I190 - Go back to the techno, or some very heavy metal.
After sixty some miles we past Selinsgrove and the river and the roadway parted ways. Normally this would sadden me as the presence of a waterway always adds a little charm to life, but I didn't have time to be disappointed because 15N turned into some real highway and began to dive and twist and wind through the mountains of northern PA. It really was an exhilarating drive as I didn't see another car for miles and divided my time between hair raising mountain switchbacks and broad expanses of beautiful mountain highway where 85mph seemed to only be scraping the surface of possibility.
After passing Mansfield and entering New York the mountains flattened away and the signs of industry and development began to appear again. 15N eventually butted into Interstate 86 and we took a short eastbound detour into Corning for the Corning Museum of Glass. The museum itself is fairly decent, probably excellent if you are into glass spanning two thousand years, but its real charms are the glass blowing show and the "Studio" where guests create their own glass works while being guided by students of the Museum's glass blowing school. Roverine and I made flowers.
After the variety of 15N, Interstates 86 and 390 were monotonous at best, but then MapQuest threw me another curve. We left the highway for the rural routes of New York 63 and 36. With the mountains of PA and the light industry around the finger lakes gone, we settled into the gentle rhythm of farm lands and town squares. This was Americana at its best. Each town was different, yet the same. Each main thoroughfare was decorated to honor the glory of the local football team or the valor of fallen soldiers from years ago. While this was a nice change of pace, I was glad when the continual barrage of country markets and general stores ended, and I turned onto the merge ramp for I90, the New York State Throughway.
Despite having the largest toll ticket I have ever seen, the New York State Throughway also had some of the worst driving I have ever seen. I'm normally a fast lane driver. I believe that, on the freeway, speed equals power. Not insane or reckless speed, but enough speed to control your own destiny. I90 forever destroyed that myth. I was initially uncomfortable when 75 mph wasn't sufficient to keep pace with traffic. By the time I hit 80 mph and was being tailgated by a man in a minivan who was reading a book, I decided that this game was not for me, and retired to the right hand lane. Fortunately, I soon came to I290, then I190, and found myself crossing over the Niagara River with the mist from the falls in the distance. Our "romantic package" in Canada didn't start until Sunday night, so we dove off into the US before crossing the border and spent the night in some low rate motel on the American side. That brings me to the topic of my next post "Niagara Falls: Where America Get Screwed."
I really have to thank MapQuest for this one. I haven't enjoyed a drive so much in a long time. I find it a bit ironic that I found such an enjoyable slice of America on my way to Canada. My only regret is not stopping at Reptiland, but what can I say, Roverine is evil. If you ever find yourself hankering to go to Niagara, take the MapQuest Route. It will be worth your time.
If you do decide to make the trip, Here's your playlist:
15N - Redemption Songs Jars of Clay
O Brother Where Art Thou Soundtrack.
I86 and I390 - Anything Techno
NY 63, 36, and 90 - Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits.
I90, I290, I190 - Go back to the techno, or some very heavy metal.
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