roadtrip with ping: the beginning

Pumping gas across from a Fireworks! store.

As we rolled down the road, we rolled back the years to when we were 20. I was studying in Taiwan and living with Ping's family. We recalled the open sewers, the lack of AC, the refrigerator in the living room, the kitchen in the alley, the family dogs. I was a hippie who only wanted brown rice. They said brown rice was for dogs, not people.
    Now Ping only eats brown rice.

Getting the hang of life on the road: don't change clothes, but keep the windshield clean.

We moved up in time, through marriages and kids and divorces and deaths. She knew my parents; I knew hers. She moved to the US and back to Taiwan. And back to the US. We didn't see one another often enough, but were always in touch. We felt welcome at each other's houses. My kid learned some Chinese words. Hers became fluent in English. I helped out when I could—not enough—and she tried to mold my appearance—but not too hard.

I don't want to go to Graceland. But if Ping wants to go to Graceland, I'm so there.

roadtrip with ping: the storm

Ping was playing mahjong on her iPad. Having eaten her second Arby's sandwich (this time bbq), she was replete. We pulled into Walmart to pick up a few items (mostly water, which is undrinkable at the Goose) when a cloudburst rolled in. So much for Nano's careful planning! The rain poured. The cardboard slumped, and the whatever-it-is piece of furniture shifted, and low and behold, I could not see out the rear view mirror.

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 Thank fortune(or excellent planning) California surfer Nano was in New York to help us load and secure the sofa and our bitsand bobs. And then, at the last minute, the building guys at 98 Riverside showed me a piece of furniture they had been saving for me that I just couldn't pass up, despite the fact that it will likely barely fit in the Goose. So we had a load and a half when we pulled out of Nazareth at 10:13 ayem, only an  hour later than I had planned.

 We blasted through New Jersey and were almost to Harrisburg, Pa.,when Ping decided she needed more sustenance than the edamame, carrots, cucumbers, pomegranate, blueberriers and bread she had already eaten, whereupon she saw an Arby's sign (did you realize that meant "RB," for roast beef?) and we screeched to a halt. Me more than her, because as I stepped back to get this picture, I tripped over a curb and fell on my ass.

We wound up in some town between Columbus and Dayton, Ohio, at Rudy's bbq. The pulled pork and ribs were delicious, the veg inedible. And then to bed.

roadtrip with ping

And here we are somewhere between Columbus and Dayton, Ohio as night falls on the bbq joint.

adventures with ping 4

 The soda stream is ready to go, and so are we. Ping has never been on a roadtrip before, or even a long drive (though many a long flight). She wants to know what it's like. Well, she's about to find out, about 1200 miles worth. Last night Ping prepared a light meal of several dishes (mango and broccoli, green bean salad, eggs with cucumber, smoked fish), which we shared with Nano, a visitor from California. He says he will help us load the truck. In a bout an hour. And away!

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Before hitting the road, I have too much unpacking and packing to do. And people to see. And olive oil and coffee to buy. So Ping and I toured the nabe, with local guide Debby, who also took this pic. We bought carrots with the tops still on at Fairway, a baguette at Maison Kaiser, and ate smoked salmon from Zabar's. Ping was delighted to find a Chinese newspaper at a newsstand on Broadway, in which she read about Anthony Bourdain whilst I repacked. Then she started practicing for the country in a camo miniskirt. She said she was dancing for Graceland.

In the big city, Ping practices country style.

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I took the ferry off Block Island yesterday (the astute natives among you will realize that this picture is actually of the ferry leaving Pt. Judith) to meet Ping on the dock. Her son drove her down from Boston, and we met at the fish market.
   We popped her wheeliebag in the truck along with a rusty-legged Eames chair, a large pottery thing I hauled up from Mexico and other odds and ends—mainly odds. I can't remember what I have at the Goose in Missouri since the reconstruction after the flood last year, so I just threw everything in the truck. We headed for New York City through the weekenders' traffic jams of Connecticut. It took hours, but thanks to the departing hoards, we did find a parking space.

Ping and I meet at the dock in Point Judith, Galilee, Rhode Island.

adventures with ping

We're going on a road trip, me and Ping. We got to know each other almost 50 years ago, when I was studying in Taiwan and living with her family. She got married and moved to the US, we both had kids and grandkids, and now here we are, about to spend more time together than we have since all those years ago.
  City girl Ping is coming with me to the Ozarks. She is not going to believe my construction site home in a flooded and destroyed town. Aand, she wants to eat bbq in Memphis and go to Graceland. So we're going to Graceland.

packing up to leave

On the pond

full moon/hot sun

And also fog.

The President of the Garden Club does her thing on Block Island. Thank you very much! Now Noah's lilies can bloom and the hydrangeas are happy and we're in the clover.

waiting by the stage door

He was as excited about his sister's appearance as Twinkle in the first-grade play as she was. He stood up in his seat the entire time she was onstage, and waited patiently outside the school cafeteria door for her to take off her costume, pick up her backpack and emerge. When she finally did, he presented her with the bouquet and gave her a big hug.

she rides

She can start, and she can stop. And she reminds me that I said I would buy her a bike once she could ride one. I guess it's time! Posing here with Mom and Nano, the motorcycle man.Oh, and Isaac's Robo.

go away

It's not all beach plum and shadbush here, just so you know. There are a lot of leaks and not just inside—the sky seems to have one too.

when she is good

I post this to remind myself that it is not always rainy and cold in Block Island, as it has been for two days and is meant to be for five more. Sometimes it's a litttle bit of heaven.

what is this thing?

I found it at the dump, and I love it, whatever it is. I don't think I can bear to part with it, so I guess it will be making the trip to the Goose with me.

green green grass of home

There is nothing like a newly mown lawn to make every thing look under control.
This is an illusion.
Nothing is under control. I took a giant load of trash from under the house to the dump today, including a garbage can full of kindling infected with acrobat ants. Well, at least that's one thing that won't be blowing around the yard tonight. It's already howling, but meant to reach 60 mph.
And so, dear  prospective houseguests: Bring work clothes. There will be yard cleanup, screens and windows to wash, painting to do (if it ever stops raining or winding) and then there are the doors, the porch swing and &.
Thanks for stopping by!

silver days

In the dump

In the former dump

It's been foggy a lot of the time, but that has not stopped islanders from being in a frenzy. The tourists are coming! Off with the old, in with the new. Truckloads of supplies coming over and truckloads of trash going off.
  Every spring, I have a new crop of broken glass underneath my house—our pond used to be a bottle dump for the town back in the day. And this spring I found a silver spoon, too.

promo pic

For reasons I can't really even explain to myself, I am compelled to post this picture of my brother Ben with one of his groups. Can you guess the era?