Author: alohawild

I collected my various small items into my bags as I started the morning around sunrise. I put them away as they get their use. This means that I will be less likely to miss something (one cable, a short USB-C cable has vanished, but that could be anywhere). I find transitions difficult in travel and, instead, try to make the change more of a process than an abrupt all-or-nothing move. I also remember now if I have one or two pairs of shoes (I missed my black shoes once as they were on a black surface.

I showered, shaved, and all of that. Put all that away and finished zipping and locking things up. This is a larger bag than I am used to, and it has more rolls that get pulled. A push, not a pull. I get it to the rental car, the Hyundai, and get it and my carry-on in the trunk.

I return to the lobby, start on the blog, and have more coffee. I had made instant coffee in the room (this IHG does not have in-room coffee makers), and more coffee was good. I tried to get much of the blog done before Deborah arrived.

Deborah arrived, and we enjoyed breakfast together, fifty days until we meet again in California (unless events send me back to Michigan). It is always hard, as with every ‘hello’ is a ‘goodbye.’ Some are harder than others, and this one is always difficult. A kiss, a hug, and more hugs, and we head to our separate cars. We are together on the road for a moment, but then I head left towards the Detroit Airport and Deborah right, heading home.

The drive to the airport is about 45 minutes, and I remember that I want the other exit for the Rental Car return. A friendly clerk meets me; I remember to leave the car fob in the car and remove everything I want (the paper cups for coffee will be tossed by them when they clean the car). I suggest they check the brakes, as I heard that grinding sound, which is usually expensive on my cars. The clerk writes it on the window with a marker, “Brakes.”

The bus is waiting for me, and the driver watches as I sling my bags up the steps. He later helps me down. Soon, I am rolling and balancing my bag’s wheels on the escalator (it just fits). Delta has colored its regular class green now, which confuses me (it was blue or red before). I drop my bag and head through the TSA walk-through; no wait. My bag and I (even with suspenders) pass all the checks, and soon I am walking to my gate. I am three hours early; fuck! All those warnings and every airport is a dream. I do thank all the TSA people (who are at least getting paid now).

I find a chair (my gate is packed with folks for an earlier flight) and write and publish the blog. Later, once it is published, I head to an early lunch at Chili’s and have their Southwest Chicken Salad (which could be better and should be, for the price I paid). Still, I got food.

I have a window seat in the smaller jet, two seats a side in economy, and my bad ear is pointed out in seat D (‘D’ means no hearing, ‘A’ means hear everything). The screaming child and stressed parents join me. During take-off and in emergencies, lap carried children must be on the right side, as the extra airmask is on that side. I tell them to use mine if there is an issue, “I am old,” and smile.

I play peek-a-boo while the parents handle various issues and equipment I do not know about (never having kids). The little one then takes my hat! Dad gives it back to me, and I am not sure who he wanted to punish. I fall asleep instead and enjoy a brief rest as I can hear mostly white noise.

The plane flew right over Cahokia Mounds State Historic Site. I woke as we started to land and was surprised to see the site from the air. Wow, it is huge! You can see that the river used to be closer, as the Horseshoe Lake adjoining the Cahokia Mounds is really a disconnected river bend. I did not move fast enough to take a picture of the mounds; I was fascinated by them and forgot to grab my phone.

We land, and I find my bag and then the bus to the car rental, much reduced in size from Detroit, and soon I am given ‘a sick Buick.’ It is nice, and soon I will try to find a cable for the iPhone to connect to the car. I only have the USB-A version, but that works. After nearly ending my trip with a yellow car that I did not see, I am soon enjoying St Louis traffic and crossing into Illinois to find the mounds.

At the site, the visitor center is closed (and has been for years due to a roof issue), but the site is open (here). I also have a printed copy of their walking guide and use that to understand the treasures. This was a city in 1250 AD, and the Monk’s Mound is a three-level structure I would call a pyramid (but officially a mound), with cement stairs leading to the top. It is about 100′ tall, and the St Louis Arc is visible from the top. It is an amazing view (and windy). I enjoyed the climb (taking a few breaks).

I met locals who had a drone filming. I suggested he consider infrared and three-dimensional versions to get interesting information. It would allow him to see the structures under trees and hints of water structures. That got a smile, and I think he might. Someday, maybe archaeology will be shared with amateurs like me, having drones and even ground-penetrating radar. “Come and scan the burials here,” I could see in the future (no digging). We are starting to see this in shipwrecks where the scans are more important than the photos or artifacts (Seeing the boot on the Endurance wreck, for example, here).

I drove to the other side, walked around the other mounds (only the Monk’s Mound allows climbing), read the signs, and read my pamphlet. I walked through the open court and tried to imagine the city that was once here. The site was farmed, leveled, raided, and then reconstructed (to some degree). Two of the tall mounds (untouched and slightly disquieting) are likely for burial but have not been dug (again, I would prefer scans). There is so much to learn here. I enjoyed my visit, but wished the visitor center were open, and there were food trucks! I could have enjoyed lunch here.

The trash mounds, a modern version of mound building, are nearby and higher than the Monk’s Mound, and they tickled my irony senses. The area nearby is empty and poor. It is sad that they cannot get more traffic for such an amazing site.

I returned to St. Louis, found my hotel, and learned it was $50 a day for the car with unlimited in-and-outs. I checked in, and Brandy at the front desk suggested a high floor. I soon had a partial view away from the arc. Still, it was nice.

I found the bar, had olives and a beer, both on the happy-hour menu, and was supplied by my bartender, Chase. She said she loved the mounds and went there often for school. I headed to Sugarfire for dinner and walked for twenty minutes through a dead-quiet Sunday evening. The place was busy, and soon I had too much but delicious food. The place is a tourist version, located in the now-defunct Blues Museum building.

I walked back, found the pool, the original-as-built 1926 tile still in place. This was once a YMCA, I learned, and is now a mix of museum and hotel. A giant glass ball filled with water resides in the lobby (As if Glinda from The Wizard of Oz is illegally parked). The pool is deep and 70′ long and cool, but not cold. Refreshing, I think you could call it. I could only water walk halfway before it was over my head (it is 8′ deep). I stayed about 30 mins.

I returned to my room and soon fell asleep after trying to read. I woke a few times, but finally woke with the sunrise.

Thanks for reading.

 

 

I rose later (as I got in from Detroit late) and found my way. I did the usual things, including checking all my transactions in Quicken (the expenses for Lansing are still slowly coming in). The news was the usual depressing stuff with Trump this and Trump Stupid that. I showered, dressed, all that and got into the Hyundai.

I had gassed it up before we went to Detroit yesterday, and I was proud that I managed that on my own. Oregonians still have full service (though you can now fill your car if you want). It is always an adventure to fill a car and follow the process. Scan the credit card, find the lever to open the gas thingee on the car, open the gas tank, insert the gas nozzle, press the button (cheap stuff, 4.89), hold the gun-like handle, and finally fill. Reverse, sort of. Always an adventure.

Jeanne made breakfast, a breakfast casserole with strawberries. Multiple types of sausage were also provided. It was lovely, and I appeared at 9 to enjoy this feast.

Zelda and Trixie were petted and played with. We talked about the upcoming trip to California, fifty-one days away. Jeanne is joining us for about the first week. I am driving down in the EV (one last trip before I decide to keep it or to turn it in and pay for the extra mileage). We want to cover Universal and the Harry Potter stuff. We want to go to the beach and the Pacific. Hollywood is also on the list. We are looking for a two-bedroom suite, but so far we have found only Billinare Suites or nothing. We have time to search more. I will see them on the 8th of June.

We tried the Griffin Claw Clubhouse for lunch, bringing Deborah’s son a Pretzel Burger back with us. My chicken sandwich was good, but nothing I could not get somewhere else (except at Slow’s, which I would not recommend). The beer was good. It was loud, and Jeanne and Deborah liked their meals.

Jeanne headed home after lunch and a bit more work on California. Deborah and I spent some time together and then had dinner at the Grand Tavern next to my IHG hotel. Our waiter, who said she was new, managed to mangle getting us water and refills and to disappear for long periods of time. Deborah and I ordered the Lake Perch and Lake Superior White Fish and then split them. Both were excellent, with different textures and flavors. A good last dinner, for a while, in Michigan.

Goodbyes are hard, and we decided to meet at the hotel on Sunday morning, and thus put that off. I checked into my flight (ordered one free bag as I have a Delta Gold Card) on my iPhone.

I returned to my room and Deborah to her house. I packed by reorganizing my suitcase to clean and less clean halves. I repacked my carry-on and arranged everything for a quick and easy morning.

Transitions are the most difficult in travel. It is where you forget things or take things you meant to leave (like the remote for the TV in the room, which I did not take with me, or the rental car keys—I did leave them). At the airport, I leave my iPhone on the scanner when I print bag tags, as it is a transition. I have often returned to get it. Security checks also have the chance of forgetting something. Hat, coat, phone, and bag—yes, everything.

I tried to sleep but woke often, was up 30 minutes before my alarm, and managed to take a shower while it went off. I am sure the room next door appreciated an alarm on Sunday morning (not!).

And that is

 

I returned to the hotel around 11 at night and unloaded the car. Earlier, I had collected all the items I had accumulated (some books, cards, cables, and a few birthday gifts) into bags and put them in the trunk of the Hyundai. I got them and carried them into my room, realized I had forgotten my phone, walked back down to the car, realized the car keys were still in my room, returned to my room again, got the keys, walked down again, got my iPhone, and returned to my room. I was tired and soon put on my PJs and had no trouble sleeping into Saturday morning, my last full day in Michigan.

Before this, I took Jeanne, Deborah, and me in the Hyundai (the back seat is more comfortable than Deborah’s mini) to Detroit and the Fisher Theater. We were there for Suffs, the musical that has moved from a surprisingly short run on Broadway (I remember reading about its closing in the NYT) despite excellent reviews and multiple Tony awards.

It was wonderful and told the history, mostly forgotten now, about the leaders of the Suffragettes in the early 1900s. The songs were wonderful, the all-women cast’s depiction of Wilson as a lying, manipulative president was rightfully damning (and hinted at modern politics). Suffs has a hard ending as the ERA Amendment failed, the protection of the rights for people of color is still a dream, and the last song is about marching still.

We loved it. I enjoyed it and would watch it again.

The Fisher Theater is a reminder of the glories of the revised 1920s theaters that are mostly gone now. The tile work, high ceilings, and huge spaces, but somehow still intimate, are mostly replaced in the USA with giant spaces or just knocked down for the next thing. The insane stairs, low railings, and other safety violations open up the space when you finally find your seat. Bathrooms are hidden, but bars are found on most floors, suggesting a different time. Dark colors would have covered up all the smoke from tobacco. Parking was surprisingly easy, and using an app or getting help (what I did) made it free (that never happens!).

I plan to return to the theater and will try to fit it into my next trip.

Before this, Deborah and I spent some time together, including heading over to Slows Bar-B-Q and Pewabic Pottery. Deborah’s sandwich was disappointing, but my Duces (two meats) lunch was wonderful. I am always happy to return to Corktown! We crosted the East Village and the pottery. They had the work area open for self-guided tours, and that is always my favorite part of the visit. Pottery is so physical and yet magical, as glazes only come to life when fired. One (I did not ask the price) pot in the showroom had two glazing styles that flowed together, but a line separated the look. How could you do that? It’s beyond me. Wow!

Before all of this, I rose after waking every couple of hours. The road noise seems worse than I remember it, and the AC/Heater seems loud, too. But I did wake around 7 and made coffee from the instant coffee I brought with me. I turned on the shower to hot and hung a dress shirt in the steam. It will remove all the wrinkles, well, most.

I do the usual things like read the news (terrible, but stocks are up, and my IRA is now $10K up, yes up). I check the transactions in Quicken to ensure that everything is paid, that the money is safe, and that everything makes sense. It does. This combines US Banks, all my credit cards, PayPal, and even the mortgage. The IRA balance has to be updated manually, but the total is always visible in US Bank’s App.

Note: US Mid-sized company stock is still down (more than 14%), but overall, I am up

I write the blog, again, like this one, and then publish it. I dress and have just a few things downstairs. I am still stuffed from the last few days. I then connect with Deborah, and that completes the whole day.

Thanks for reading.

It was a good day. Not quite like this, but I always like this scene, here.

I started the day by rising not too early. I am still surviving the jetlag, and morning seems too early, and sleep comes hard. But that is the reality of travel and must be embraced, not resisted.

I threw on my swimsuit. Having had two dinners the night before, I was not looking for food but to move. I reached the pool, the heater was set too high, and the room was so misty my glasses steamed up. No complaint from me. The water was wonderful, and I had the pool to myself. I rinsed off at the shower head, and then walked into the pull. I then spent a wonderful birthday, swimming back and forth in the pool for an hour. It was glorious.

I rinsed off again in the shower there to remove the pool water, then dried off. The staff came in, were shocked by the steam, and opened the door to air out the place. I did not need cold air and left.

In my room, I reassembled my bags, dressed in a dress shirt and sweater, and soon started the blog. I had picked up a banana and coffee in the lobby. That was all I needed. I started on the blog now loaded with coffee and just enough food to keep me happy.

My colon was unhappy, and I would spend much of the morning having to empty with some slight urgency. No disasters, but I had to obey and find solutions with some speed. This went on until the mid-afternoon. I was stopping at rest areas, restaurants, and a truck stop on my way to the Detroit area.

I left the Hilton Suites at 10:45, check-out time being 11, and I used the app to check out on time. The Hyundai was loaded up, and soon I was headed North to go South. The best and fastest way is to head 69 to Flint and connect with 75 South. These are 70-75 mph highways, and folks move on them. The Hyundai works well at higher speeds, and I flew.

I stopped at a Wendy’s for lunch. It was my first must-stop moment. It was in an area full of lakes and miles from the exit (?!). I was able to get a mostly cooked chili (beans were still chewy) and a potato. I cover the potato in the chili and add some sour cream. I like it. I got a Diet Coke as I needed something with bubbles but not full of sugar.

I had to make two stops right after that one, to my great annoyance, as things colon-wise started. Part of the joy of being a colon cancer survivor. Glad that it still works down there, and I know to respect it.

I soon arrived, about a two-plus-hour trip with stops, and my room was not ready. I was too early. I sat in the lobby on my laptop, availed myself of the men’s room, and waited. About thirty minutes later, the room was ready (I am a gold member and stay here often; they made an effort to have the room ready for me early).

The colon thing finally ended. Next, Deborah, who worked and taught today, was available, and we spent some time together before heading to her house to feed and care for Trixie and Zelda, her dogs. The dogs were happy to see me. Trixie even shared her favorite toy with me.

We headed to Ernie’s By the Creek for dinner. Michigan is slowly (and not so slowly in some places) flooding from all the rain. It looks much like how I remember it in Aprils of thirty years ago. The creek was more of a river tonight, but not near Ernie’s.

I had the lamb chops, and Deborah had the Lemon Chicken, my second choice. We enjoyed a great meal for my 62nd birthday. The dessert was too loaded with sugar, but still good.

We then walked through the town; I was fading and headed back to the IHG. Sadly, I woke every two hours, but I seem rested when I write this on Friday.

Thanks for reading!

 

 

My taxes were done in February, and I enjoyed the Oregon Kickers for about $3,000, which covered another month of the usual expenses (I always think of Gomez played by Julia Rulia in the First Addams Family movie, handing over piles of gold coins to his lawyer, Tully Alford, for “the monthly expenses,” and later this scene here). I am writing this on my birthday and cannot find the focus.

I started Wednesday early with a torondo that, according to reports, was on the ground and headed to the hotel, but I missed it or did something like that. I woke to a much booming and flashing, but rolled over to cover my hearing ear and slept through the threat. I did observe that the window is not near the bed before I returned to sleep, so if it blew out I would be unaffected.

I woke to my alarm at 6:30, ignored it for a while, and rose after 7. I dressed, shaved, and joined the excellent breakfast in the lobby. Hilton’s version is a step above IHG with more fresh items and taco options (and a choice of shredded pork or chicken in a slightly spicy broth). I returned to my room and showered. I had finished the blog and published it during breakfast.

I agreed to meet Leta again for Lunch at Panera Bread near the Lansing Mall. I drove the Hyundai to East Lansing and parked it in the parking structure behind the MSU student book exchange. I walked to Curious Books and found two books, and saw others I was tempted by. I managed to not buy anything that needed to be shipped this time. This Sunday is the big paper-and-book show in Lansing, sponsored by the owner of Curious Books, but I will miss it this year (I will be in St. Louis).

It is the end of the term, and all the textbooks were locked up. I like to check out the Computer Science and Mathematics texts. But there was a sale of the other books (mostly supporting books for classes) for 99 cents, and I found three excellent books (I skipped a few large textbooks). When checking out, my parking was validated, and I soon was on my way.

Next, I stopped at the Summit Comics by the Capitol Building, but found nothing there that I could not find in Oregon. Also, my suspenders had disconnected, and I needed to reassemble my wardrobe. I was distracted holding my pants on, but as this is a geeky crowd, nobody noticed (“You do you” crowd). Which I did fix when meeting Leta for lunch. We had another nice lunch and chatted. With all our combined health issues, we both thought it was nice that we were still here!

I tried Preuss Pets, which I had not visited since I moved to Maryland in 1987, where I bought my last marine aquarium fish and other animals.  Instead of pointing that out to the owner (we are both gray and older), I enjoyed looking at the saltwater and freshwater displays and once again decided I was not returning to that hobby. I am now surprised by how much we can do now in a single tank; in the 1980s, a saltwater system could handle a few fish, and reef tanks were a permanent experiment.

(I am being stalked by a Drow)

I then tried a few gaming stores. One, despite being on the Internet, was gone, but I found another, the Gaming Cantina, and there I found something I had not seen before: patches for Hells Bells. After that, I headed to Mom Wild’s Haslette Pointe Senior Care and picked her up.

We managed to get into the Hyundai and drove around a bit. Mom Wild and I then went to Olive Garden near her facility and had dinner together. I had salad and a smaller item. Mom enjoyed the shrimp from our appetizer, some pasta, and a bit of steak. We then chatted, went back to her facility, where we discovered all her vapes were gone (lost or used up), and I got her more. We sat on the porch for a while and relaxed.

Linda and Jesse (her husband) later met me for dinner (number two) at Cooper and Vinyard. We shared a bottle of wine, and the food was excellent. I had my birthday dessert wtih no singing.

(Linda is holding extra candles, and I kept not blowing them out, just a little short on air, I guess. They got a bit warm I undersand).

And with too much food in my stomach, I returned to my room and soon fell asleep.

Thanks for reading.