got an offer to work remotely for a company in Canada, and prepared to come down a month later. But
when he turned in his two weeks notice, his company was not willing to let him go. So he is now working remotely
|~ Surfin' at Universal Studios ~ |
By mid August, he made the long drive down, but not without complications. First
there was the flat tire, deep in the middle of nowhere West Virginia. He had to remove the bikes from the
bike rack, and unpack his stuffed trunk to get to the spare. And of course he then had to pack everything
back up once the tire was changed. He was forced to spend the night in order to get a new tire the next morning.
He again had to remove everything from the trunk to get to the rim, and then again remove
it to replace the spare. Once he returned to the highway, events didn’t get any better.
He ended up running over a large bolt that flipped up and jammed into his wheel well. Unable to remove
it by hand, he again had to get into his trunk to get some tools out. Meanwhile I am receiving calls from
him updating me on his poor progress. Mind you I had been waiting for him for a month and the anticipation
Finally,he called to tell me he was 140 miles away. I had planned on making a special
‘Welcome Home’ meal and headed out to the grocery store. But 30 minutes later, my phone rang again.
His car had completely died, and he was stranded on the highway. A bad alternator killed his battery and
our long awaited reunion had to take place on the side of I75. But we were finally together