In another life, I used to travel a lot more than I do today. My job required me to “liaise” with customers and that meant I would travel and visit with them as often as they wanted to see me. (Cough…liaise is a corporate word for traveling to visit with customers.)
My travels were always domestic; I’d frequently visit with customers in Pittsburgh and Charlotte, less frequently in Phoenix. Once, I went to San Antonio and even a strange rural outpost in Arkansas. I never had any customers in Chicago, but I ended up going there a few times, too.
I’ve never been to Disney World, though.
All this travel within the Ewe Ess of Aaaye makes me sound parochial, but I’m not. There are a few places I’d like to go in this world to ink up my passport. I’d like to go to Bavaria and see where my grandparents were born; I wouldn’t mind seeing a few of the architectural wonders of Europe, either. It would be pleasant to move about a country without a McDonald’s on every corner.
Is there such a place?
I’m going on a car trip with some friends today, to almost Connecticut. It should be just fine as long as we don’t get caught behind any student drivers.
Lee-Annie Leonie is our chauffer and she’s an excellent driver.