Genius is in the midst of a road trip. No, he's not with those Delta House boys, picking up Fawn Liebowitz (or her roommate as a stand-in after that unfortunate kiln accident) and driving to a roadhouse where they will have their dates danced with. Nope. He's on his way to Ann Arbor for a solar car meeting. He's a big fish in the solar car pond of his college.
Apparently, this trip was nearly a 14-hour drive. Genius called me last night to say they had stopped, and were about four hours away from their destination. This morning he sent me a text to say that there was snow in Ohio.
WHAT?
Since when was Ohio on the way to Michigan? I brought up the subject at the faculty lunch table. Just to find out, you know, if Genius was lost. He was the official driver for this trip. A kind soul took out his cell phone and showed me that yes, Ann Arbor is just across the border from Dayton. Really!
I sent Genius a text. "I was really worried that you took a wrong turn. Then an old history teacher showed me on his phone that you DO go through Ohio to get to Michigan. Huh. I haven't been so shocked since I leaned (last year) that England is an ISLAND!"
Several hours later Genius sent another text. I don't know that because I am on my phone all the live-long work day, but because I can turn it on at lunch and after school and see who has tried to reach me. So Genius said, "That's okay. I thought Iowa and Indiana were reversed. Until this trip."
Heh, heh. I guess Genius spent all that time worried that his Garmin was leading him astray, what with heading east instead of north from his college. And I suppose he did not want to question its authority, since he has a sweet internship deal with Garmin this summer. In Kansas.
I hope he can find his way there.
This geography thing seems to be hereditary. If only scientists could isolate the locus of that DNA sequence, and start working on a cure! In the meantime, all us smart people will be unable to locate each other to propagate the species, and people like Hick will get together and populate the world.
Handbasket Factory: Opening Soon
I'm not sure, what is a hand basket, and why do I need one?
ReplyDeleteA handbasket is something for going to Hell in!!
DeleteWell, well, well...it appears that our Mr. H plans on going the other direction!
DeleteYour Animal House reference reminds me that our son went to the U of O where much of that movie was filmed. I always think of poor Fawn when visiting the so-called "Faber" campus.
ReplyDeleteThe future: BarNs dotted across the landscape and brilliant wanderers gallivanting in all directions.
ReplyDeleteI suspect your last line is already coming true.
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah, I know...You're friends with Frampton. I just forgot to mention it.
ReplyDeleteYou think it's weird to go through Ohio to get to Michigan, but did you know Detroit is north of Canada? Yeah, Baby I love your way.
ReplyDeleteStephen,
ReplyDeleteDo you also visualize that big cake with EAT ME written on the side? Because I do.
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Linda,
I think you have just described the Apocalypse. Or the Apopadopalyspe, as Hick pronounces it.
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Tammy,
YIKES! The Apocalypse is here!
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Sioux,
Just keeping you on your toes, Madam.
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Leenie,
Huh! What's THAT all aboot, eh? I did not know that! And remember, that comes from the valedictorian who only last year found out that England is an island.