More tales from the road.

When you spend a lot of time on the road, you see stuff.  Some stuff looks like the stuff you see everywhere, so similar you can’t tell where you are. 

I regularly wake up, not sure what day it is or where I am.  That’s no big deal.  Once in a while, I forget what town I’m in.  A couple of weeks ago I had an embarrassing moment when I had to ask where I was.  I knew I was in Illinois because I drove, but had to ask what town I was in.  Ugh.

You know the only thing that really gets me?  When I can’t figure out where I am in the hotel room.   Not location, but orientation within the room.  Everyone who travels a lot has walked into a wall in the middle of the night, but it bothers me when I can’t figure out where I am in relation to the windows and door.  Weird.

Some things you get tired of, like trying to figure out where to eat.  Sometimes you have too many choices, like today when I’m working in Chicago-

-because there are cool places to eat everywhere you look.  Other times, the choices are a tad more limited-


But…you get to see cool stuff as well.

I was pretty sure the world’s largest dragonfly was out there somewhere.  What I didn’t think I’d ever know is his name.   


And sometimes you see stuff that defies comment.

nd sometimes you see stuff that makes you speculate:

Like, “Is 31 ½ the nicest of the 31 family of apartments, or is 31 ¾ lurking out there somewhere, even more luxurious than this one?”

These are the tales from the road.