It's a long drive from Seattle, but not as long as it was when I used to come to SF for the folkdance festival every Thanksgiving. Back then I-5 was not completed in chunks of southern Washington and random stretches in Oregon. Long story short, it took 17 hours to drive (one way) in 1970, this trip took 14 hours each way, not counting an hour for dinner. According to my odometer, I drove 1,964 miles, but subtract 144 for in-Seattle trips and we get 1820 round trip, or about 910 each way. That's an average speed of 65 mph, which is much better than I'd expected. Maybe if I'm feeling especially A-R I'll compute mpg too. The Corolla got really good mileage, the guage didn't get below the 1/4 full mark till I'd used at least 320 gallons, in the city it's closer to 260 for that mark.
But enough numbers. The reason I went was people and things. Two out of three sisters made it, plus my one American nephew. None of the Israelis came, though we were half expecting my oldest nephew and his wife & baby. As far as friends go, it would have been a total zero except the lovely and talented mistymarshall came up for air in the middle of dissertation madness to have dinner and drinks with me up on Capitol Hill Sunday night. Between the two of us we managed to talk for 4 hours! Blame a dead cell phone battery for bridget_coila missing us, but I did get to chat with her for a mo on my cell. Didn't get an answer to my post from another Capitol Hill LJ friend, cmpriest, but she's busy cranking out novels and novellas and stories and such, so I wasn't counting on it. Misty, she's the person I suggested you hooking up with, you're neighbors, and fellow ex-Southerners.
One of the other highlights of the trip was seeing the Blue Angels up close. While susandennis was dissing them, I was oohing and aahing as they came in Sunday about 100 feet over the parents' back deck. Photos to come. While I am not a huge supporter of the military, and agree with Susan that the Navy's main excuse for having a high-priced high-risk show group is recruiting, I would bet real cash dollars that the number of kids who join the Navy because of the BAs is far far less than the number of people the group inspires to become aeronautical engineers and commercial pilots. The BAs fly without weaponry, and few, if any, of their maneuvers are of the military attack variety. And it takes a handful of the best pilots on the planet and their support crew out of combat. If you're a Blue Angel, you aren't bombing Iraq.
Another purpose for my trip was to collect some stuff my parents will have no place for when they move. So now I have a nice collection of 78's, and a bunch of vinyl LPs, and 8mm home movies from my childhood, which Dad had long ago edited and put on 100-foot reels. Or at least I think they are 100-foot. Also have the projector and the camera. Also in the haul is a very old portable sewing machine, which I have no use for, but maybe one of my friends does. Photos will appear sometime soon. It's a classic. I did not get to bring down the newer machine which is mounted in a lovely cherrywood cabinet, for reasons I will not go into here.
A bonus I had not counted on was Dad's collection of silver dimes from the 40's, about a thousand of them, separated into rolls and labeled by date, condition and minting location. The last time he looked up prices was 1965, I suspect they are more valuable now. Will have to check that out.
Back to work tomorrow. I can see it now:
"Where did you get so tan, Howard?"
"No, really, tell the truth"