Boy, do I know why I like traveling in the RV. When you travel by car, every night you are schlepping bags into a motel, finding a place to eat, and pre-planning late-night snacks. Add to that sleeping in a strange bed. In the morning you eat the courtesy breakfast of cereal or waffles, a bad pastry, and maybe some yogurt (where is the fruit?), and schlepp the luggage back out to the car. Give me the RV every time.
Linda is truly a Walmart junkie. I have always known it; she has never passed a Walmart where she didn't want to stop and shop. Now it is out in the open. While traveling through Bentonville, Arkansas on our way to see April and Jeremy for Thanksgiving, we had a choice of two museums.
We could go to the exciting, new (2011) Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art with works by the likes of Eakins, Peale, Copley, Stuart, Hopper, Lichtenstein, Warhol, and Wyeth. Or we could visit - wait for it - The WalMart Museum! Yes, we went to the Walmart Museum.
Now I grew up in the near suburbs of Philadelphia, and the ability to parallel park was an essential of life. Most people had to parallel park in front of their own house or on the busy street in the shopping area. There were no home driveways or shopping malls with giant parking lots.
Under the stern eye of my father, I learned this skill in a 1952 Packard. This tank of a car had a manual shift, no power steering, and was approximately 135 feet long. This was a dreadful automobile, green with a drab gray interior with no extras - not even a radio. However, if you could drive the Green Goose, you could drive just about anything. So it was the perfect car for learning to drive.
Pardon the digression. My braggadocio about this park job is because it is my first parallel parking effort in a busy commercial area in over twenty years. I confidently pulled up and with just one swing, the Yukon slid perfectly into place. It was truly a beautiful thing. So thanks Pop. I did pay attention.
We had a wonderful time visiting with April and Jeremy in Missouri. The weather was cold and wet, but it did not dampen our spirits. It was a visit filled with good food and good company. There is definitely something to be said for having a daughter and son-in-law who share cooking as a hobby.
Alas, good things must come to an end. Saturday morning we headed home, driving through rain almost the entire way, but arriving safely late Monday afternoon.