Spring Break!

Update (3/15/06): We're back... and what a disaster. The less said the better. Hope the tow truck guy enjoys a fine porterhouse or three on us after I avoided crashing into a bus full of teenaged Texas Methodists sitting crossways in the middle of an icy road by expertly steering into a snow drift. That this kind of stuff truly does happen in slow motion doesn't matter one bit when the only options are to hit people, hit the bus, or hit the ditch. I chose wisely, though at some cost.

It's THAT time of year again -- Spring Break! I don't know why they call it spring break when winter hasn't even officially started in our part of the country.

Once, three years ago, we went to Hawaii for a week of spring break, and the pilot on the flight back warned us about the blizzard we were about to encounter. When we walked out the airport, we were still dressed for surfing as none of us was wearing a coat of any self-respect. So I had to run to our car, clear it off, and drive up to the front door of the airport to get the others. We barely made it home as the blizzard intensified, and then we sat snow-bound for the next three days, unable to dig our way out of our house. True story. And that was in mid-March, when winter traditionally and forcefully announces its presence.

I don't expect that to happen quite so bizarrely this year -- especially since we are only driving four hours instead of flying 12 -- but still we have learned to be wary of the words "Spring Break".

We'll be gone for three brief days and so I won't be updating the blog. In the meantime, here is another photo from the relocated friend. I can't make heads or tails of what's going on, but for some reason I hear Hendrix and the National Anthem off in the distance, and smell the faint whisps of burning Fender guitar.