Like many around this time of year, I tend to become more introspective. This is, I suspect, due mainly to my family’s history of alternative religious beliefs as well as the general human tendency to review, reflect on the past year as it draws near a close.
This personal review process involves reading things I’ve meant to read, and in general catching up on filling my soul (for lack of a better word) instead of my technical portfolio.
I’ve spent a long time (feels like a really, really long time), ultimately making cash for someone else, in exchange for a very small fraction of the same. I’ll admit, what I do doesn’t directly make money for any company; rather I create and streamline processes and tools that let those direct earners and producers do their jobs, thus making measurable monies.
Sometimes, I tell myself I do it so I can feel busy.
Giving Boston a real chance When we first got to actual Boston a couple of days ago, we drove around a little to check out the city and get a feel for things.
That kinda sucked. Narrow streets, being tired from the drive up, other terrible drivers, and unfamiliarity with the layout combined to make it pretty stressful.
Today however we decided to give it a real chance, and went to find some bits of the Freedom Trail.
Yale is impressive… Connecticut is beautiful, no doubt. We drove along a river, through little towns with hillside homes and restaurants that are so very different from what we’re used to in Texas. As an added bonus, it wasn’t 100+ degrees, so we could (and did) drive with windows open and arms poked right out, literally touching this New World.
We spent the night in a hotel right on a small inlet off of Long Island Sound, and had the smell of the salt water and the sound of boats all night.
Road Trip, part the first
We started by passing through the familiar territory of East Texas, and Arkansas, which was pretty uneventful. Then, we crossed the Mississippi river to our first overnight stop in Memphis, including some Beale street BBQ for dinner and a little sight-seeing:
Many, many, many miles of Tennessee later, including stopping to pick up a rock that a roadside cliff-face discarded as a souvenir, our second overnight was in Roanoke, VA; against the advice of several family members that think it’s dangerous somehow, because of a TV show and because it mysteriously vanished at least once in its history… we were fine though.