Thanksgiving has become my traveling holiday. Â Everyone else in the family has something to do and it’s easy to make it a six day weekend. Â This year, I am planning on making a three stopper in West Viriginia, Ohio, and Indiana before a return late Monday.
I left a little after from work for Cross Lanes with a listening queue consisting of the books Blood Meridian, Atlas Shrugged, Bonfire of the Vanities, and back issues of Intelligence Squared: US. Â I started listening to the IQ2 episodes which meshed poorly with traffic on the PA Turnpike. Â Worse than dealing with rubberneckers going by a car wreck is dealing with rubberneckers going by a car wreck while some toolbag from the the CATO Institute makes non-points about Keynesian economics who can’t hear me yelling at him. Â The traffic and by podcast backlog cleared and I started listening to Blood Meridian, Cormac McCarthy’s magnus opus of violence in the Southwest around 1850. Â By the time I had arrived at Chris’s house near 12:30 AM, about 200 people had died from fires, gunshots, broken bottles, knives, fist fights, and scalpings. Â Foreshadowing?
The reception by Chris and Christine was warm but their apartment smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and beer. Â They were hosting Christine’s brother who is active duty in the Navy. Â Maybe I would be reminded of home this Thanksgiving after all. Â We stayed up too late talking and I braced for Turkey Day in a strange land.