060607 MONROE, NY
Monroe, New York
From Goldsboro Pennsylvania to Monroe New York was a short drive .
When I spoke with Marty and Diane Soss and warned them I may visit them, I asked them the standard question.
Do you have a flat driveway with a long extension cord? They answered yes. Unfortunately, some people underestimate the size of the Beast or it’s other dimensions and even though they are willing, it does not always fit comfortably.
AS I drove slowly down their street, I peered in each driveway and hoped it wasn’t theirs for one reason or another.
Some were curved, another down a steep incline, and another blocked by low tree limbs.
When I finally viewed their driveway, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was great. While I did feel bad that I was blocking their garage doors, they assure me they had so much stuff in their garage, there had not been any room for their cars since 1999.
Although Marty and Diane did not have a dog for Peter to play with, Marty seemed to be a willing companion and frequently took him for walks and petted him. They used to have a dog in the house so they were very generous and permissive.
Diane owns a small restaurant in a nearby Shopping outlet – The Commons, apparently one of the largest on the East coast. She cooked for us every night and the food was delicious. She always prepared more food and side dishes than we could consume and then asked the age old question passed down from Jewish grandmothers to their daughters:–“you hardly ate anything, what’s the matter with my food?" This was not the place or time to think about dieting or weight loss. Peter would follow Diane around the kitchen as she cooked and I think she gave into those sad brown, hungry eyes.
Marty and I go back a long way, to being boy scouts in Brooklyn, wrestling on the beach and paling around the neighbor, and later both attending Long Island University in Brooklyn. Actually, that's where he and Diane met, dated and eventually married.
Old friends are like time machines; they can transport you back and forth thru time with a thought or a word and bring up memories long forgotten.
Despite some rainy days, we had a grand time in Monroe, and as with most people and places we love, wished we could have stayed longer, but The Highway Guys had places to go and people to see.
Many of you may be curious as to the obvious absence of photographs for the past few weeks. It may make some of you happy to hear that those of you who consider me a photographic and electronic whiz kid with the computer has managed to accidentally erase an entire photo file that could not be resurrected..
From Goldsboro Pennsylvania to Monroe New York was a short drive .
When I spoke with Marty and Diane Soss and warned them I may visit them, I asked them the standard question.
Do you have a flat driveway with a long extension cord? They answered yes. Unfortunately, some people underestimate the size of the Beast or it’s other dimensions and even though they are willing, it does not always fit comfortably.
AS I drove slowly down their street, I peered in each driveway and hoped it wasn’t theirs for one reason or another.
Some were curved, another down a steep incline, and another blocked by low tree limbs.
When I finally viewed their driveway, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was great. While I did feel bad that I was blocking their garage doors, they assure me they had so much stuff in their garage, there had not been any room for their cars since 1999.
Although Marty and Diane did not have a dog for Peter to play with, Marty seemed to be a willing companion and frequently took him for walks and petted him. They used to have a dog in the house so they were very generous and permissive.
Diane owns a small restaurant in a nearby Shopping outlet – The Commons, apparently one of the largest on the East coast. She cooked for us every night and the food was delicious. She always prepared more food and side dishes than we could consume and then asked the age old question passed down from Jewish grandmothers to their daughters:–“you hardly ate anything, what’s the matter with my food?" This was not the place or time to think about dieting or weight loss. Peter would follow Diane around the kitchen as she cooked and I think she gave into those sad brown, hungry eyes.
Marty and I go back a long way, to being boy scouts in Brooklyn, wrestling on the beach and paling around the neighbor, and later both attending Long Island University in Brooklyn. Actually, that's where he and Diane met, dated and eventually married.
Old friends are like time machines; they can transport you back and forth thru time with a thought or a word and bring up memories long forgotten.
Despite some rainy days, we had a grand time in Monroe, and as with most people and places we love, wished we could have stayed longer, but The Highway Guys had places to go and people to see.
Many of you may be curious as to the obvious absence of photographs for the past few weeks. It may make some of you happy to hear that those of you who consider me a photographic and electronic whiz kid with the computer has managed to accidentally erase an entire photo file that could not be resurrected..
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