Day 52 of the Pickens County's Finest Steakhouse Road Trip of All U Can Eat Soft Serv Ice Cream
New Orleans, LA to Jasper, GA
In a day full of terrible news, most of it centered on a war nobody wants and a looming terrorist threat over the city my loved ones and I call home, the only true therapy lies in visiting your oldest friends on top of a mountain, emotional light years away from the troubles that beset your brain. I've needed lots of Celexa and a healthy bushel of therapy to get through the last year-and-a-half of anxiety (for reasons well-documented here) but perhaps a few more Cuban cigars and a tiny snifter of 18-year-old Scotch on Salem's porch would help just as much.
Finally, we got to Jasper at a decent hour the last three times we've come to this sleepy little town in the Georgia Appalachians, it was 2am and all the kids were asleep. This time, we ate dinner with them and got to enjoy the surreal humor of McColl (no doubt cribbed from Salem himself), and the gentle, sensitive beauty of Victoria (courtesy of her mother Elizabeth). Lillie-Anne, the baby, was asleep in her crib all night, but I snuck in and held her hand for a few seconds, as she yawned and nodded in a swimmingly good baby dream.
me, Tessa, Victoria, Elizabeth, Salem and McColl
I could live in a town like this for a while; Tessa and I could take room a somewhere, as long as it had a fireplace and a good chair for writing. Salem and Elizabeth are considering another house up the mountain a million-dollar estate that is being sold for almost nothing. It has an indoor basketball court, which would make a winter's respite here so obvious as to be a total "duh-ruh!!!"Posted by at February 11, 2003 8:49 PM