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I sit here, writing this entry from an Econo-Lodge in North Hornell, NY. Last night, I decided to get out of town for a bit. So I packed an overnight bag into my sadly decrepit 1990 Chevy Corsica, and headed out. First, a stop in Orchard Park to retrieve my laptop from my office. Once leaving the office, I had no destination in mind, not even a direction to head. I ended up driving down Rt-277 outside Orchard Park, which took me south in through Boston, and then to Springville via Rt-39. I stopped at a local gas station there, and amid the bugs attracted to the bright lights, I topped off my gas tank.
I cruised east on that road, Rt-39 for a while. It took me past Sardinia, and into Arcade NY. On the corner of Rt-16 and Rt-39, I stopped at a Mobil gas station, used the facilities, and purchased a bottle of Diet Coke. I had a full tank of unleaded, and no place in mind. I continued on Rt-39, east for quite a ways. I passed Bliss, Pike and other small towns. I somehow ended up on many other roads, and while not lost in the sense of the word, I had no idea where I was.
Some of the roads I drove on last night were paved, some not so paved, some gravel and many dirt. Around 1am, I started getting tired and began taking random turns, hoping for civilization and a maybe a place to lay my head and get a cold beverage. I seemed to be driving in a big circle though, as I ended up on the same intersection repeatedly, however each time from a different direction. On a drive through the town of Swain, i found what appeared to be a major road, Rt-70. I took this Rt-70 for a while, seeing many signs. At one point, I had to swerve at a good 65 mph to avoid a skunk in the road. The smell stayed with me for quite a while. I finally ended up here, in Hornell NY. The friendly lady at the front desk gave me the key to this non-smoking room and here I sit now.
Thinking I would use this time to think, this morning I headed out and found the local Walmart, where I purchased a fantastic book called "Sail" by James Patterson. Conveniently located inside the store was a Subway restaurant. I purchased lunch, an oven roasted chicken salad and a large Diet Coke. I read the entire book at that table, and as I was leaving, I offered it to a fellow patron who readily accepted the gift.
During that break, the one I spent enjoying my book and my lunch, I developed one hell of a headache. Even as I sit here in this dark, quiet and noisy hotel room, the light my laptop screen gives off is too bright and is aggravating my senses. I am sure it will pass, as will this desire to wander aimlessly, in my old Chevy Corsica.
I cruised east on that road, Rt-39 for a while. It took me past Sardinia, and into Arcade NY. On the corner of Rt-16 and Rt-39, I stopped at a Mobil gas station, used the facilities, and purchased a bottle of Diet Coke. I had a full tank of unleaded, and no place in mind. I continued on Rt-39, east for quite a ways. I passed Bliss, Pike and other small towns. I somehow ended up on many other roads, and while not lost in the sense of the word, I had no idea where I was.
Some of the roads I drove on last night were paved, some not so paved, some gravel and many dirt. Around 1am, I started getting tired and began taking random turns, hoping for civilization and a maybe a place to lay my head and get a cold beverage. I seemed to be driving in a big circle though, as I ended up on the same intersection repeatedly, however each time from a different direction. On a drive through the town of Swain, i found what appeared to be a major road, Rt-70. I took this Rt-70 for a while, seeing many signs. At one point, I had to swerve at a good 65 mph to avoid a skunk in the road. The smell stayed with me for quite a while. I finally ended up here, in Hornell NY. The friendly lady at the front desk gave me the key to this non-smoking room and here I sit now.
Thinking I would use this time to think, this morning I headed out and found the local Walmart, where I purchased a fantastic book called "Sail" by James Patterson. Conveniently located inside the store was a Subway restaurant. I purchased lunch, an oven roasted chicken salad and a large Diet Coke. I read the entire book at that table, and as I was leaving, I offered it to a fellow patron who readily accepted the gift.
During that break, the one I spent enjoying my book and my lunch, I developed one hell of a headache. Even as I sit here in this dark, quiet and noisy hotel room, the light my laptop screen gives off is too bright and is aggravating my senses. I am sure it will pass, as will this desire to wander aimlessly, in my old Chevy Corsica.