Saturday, October 31, 2009
San Diego Nights
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The New Job
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
San Diego
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Vegas.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Green River, Utah
From Cross Country |
From Cross Country |
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Colorful Colorado
From Cross Country |
From Cross Country |
From Cross Country |
From Cross Country |
From Cross Country |
Some Photos
From Cross Country |
From Cross Country |
From Cross Country |
From Cross Country |
Monday, October 5, 2009
The Most Beautiful Place, so far...
Kansas City, Missouri
Saint Louis, Missouri
Now here is an attractive city. The central business district is small, but clean. But go a few blocks too many in any direction and you’ll see the depressed areas. Many store fronts are empty, boarded up, forgotten. But a few quiet streets boast new trendy shops. I had a few hours to kill before dinner with some dear friends, so I spent the time strolling around.
The first thing I did was go to see the Gateway Arch. If you haven’t seen it in person, allow me to ruin it for you by saying it is HUGE. I didn’t think it would be so big. It’s gigantic. Now, when you finally come out here to see it for yourself, you won’t be as surprised because now you know what to expect. On the other hand, I think it’s so big that even after telling you that, you’ll still be blown away at how large it is.
I did not, however, go inside the arch. I wanted to and I had plenty of time, so the long line didn’t bother me. But the security checkpoint deterred me, because since I’m travelling all alone, I am armed with a pocket knife at all times. I thought about hiding my knife somewhere in the park and then coming back for it later, but it’s a great knife, I didn’t want to risk losing it.
So I strolled about. From anywhere in the central district I could hear the cheers of the crowd at the Cardinals game. Also from anywhere in the central district, you can always see a part of the Gateway Arch. It was as if the thing was following me, watching me, like the Eye of Sauron. I walked with my back to the arch and my ears caught the sound of some drums echoing off the faces of the surrounding buildings. I couldn’t quite tell what type of music was playing, but I just headed in the direction. I walked faster and faster until my steps matched the beat of the drum and the nearer I got, the more clearer the music became. There was a small fair/market in the courtyard outside one of the skyscrapers. A few tents were set up selling handcrafts and photos. A small band played up on a stage. I found the source of the drums. The song: Billie Jean.
After being treated to dinner by some real good friends, it was time to go back to the motel to relax. Walking around and looking around a city all day will wear you out. When I first checked into the Congress Airport Inn, I knew that it was a skeevy place. But upon returning, I had to truly face my decision to stay here. The bathroom just didn’t feel right. I wouldn’t even take my shoes off in this place. I turned the TV on and sure enough it was already on the porno-all-day channel. The guy penetrating the girl on the couch looked like they met each other at my motel. My front door seemed a little too small for the doorframe. Soon, I didn’t want to sit on the bed or in the chair. How was I going to climb into this bed and sleep? I grabbed the yellow pages from the nightstand and quickly flipped to H and found another place to stay. I went to the front office and left my Domino’s Pizza key card in the slot of the bullet-proof glass. I told the little Indian lady that I didn’t want to stay here.
Twenty minutes down the road, I booked into the Quality Inn. I wanted to stay somewhere that had corporate standards. I knew a place like that would be reasonably clean because they had franchise regulations and executives to answer to. Sure enough, it was way cleaner than the scumhole I left behind.
I woke up before Sunrise and hit the road.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Indianapolis
My Time in Ohio
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Wal-Mart
The Penn
I hit the road in the afternoon. Drove the queens/midtown tunnel into Manhattan and then took the Lincoln tunnel into jersey. I was out of New York State and my trip had officially begun. My first stop was Bethlehem, PA, to see an old friend. The trip was short, but it felt long once the setting sun began to shine in my eyes. It was a powerful reminder that since I’m driving west, I should make sure I get my trips completed before the Sun starts to go down.
As always, it was nice to spend time with my good friend Scott who’s lived in Bethlehem since attending college there. His neighborhood is a real college area. I had forgotten what that atmosphere is like, and I enjoyed being in it again.
I left Scott’s at about 10am to begin the trip to my next destination. I knew that it was 7 hours away, but I didn’t really understand that until I began to drive it. Pennsylvania is a long state and it’s extremely rural between its two southern corners. I saw plenty of cows and silos and rotting old barns. I saw wheat fields and rolling hills. The rural scenery is beautiful and it reminded me that not everyone prefers the fast-paced urban lifestyle. I got pretty bored of the rural scene, but my trip was a bit more exciting while I got to drive through mountain tunnels. I went through four of them and was happy to have something new to look at each time. They’re really neat. Each mountain had two tunnels shot through it. It looked as if someone had taken a chunk of the Lincoln tunnel and jammed it into each mountain.
Since I had a long trip ahead of me and wanted to reach my stop, I didn’t stop anywhere to look around or take pictures. Actually, I didn’t see anything worth photographing, but since I kept to the interstate, I didn’t get to see Harrisburg or Pittsburgh
Most people know that I was heading out to California with no job secured for me. Luckily I did receive a phone-call during my trip from the regional hiring manager in San Diego. She called to announce that the position is mine if I were willing to accept it, and I was. So, there you have it, I’m still about 2000 miles from there, but I managed (with help) to nab a job. I also received a call from another property and they want to set up an interview.