\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Thursday, Miles 0 \u2013 41.\u00a0 Destination: Frederick, MD.\u00a0 Distance: 41 Miles<\/strong><\/p>\n Thursday starts, like all Thursdays do, on the Wednesday before.\u00a0 In this case, at Gloria\u2019s Hair Salon, because I\u2019ll be damned if I\u2019m going to drive from here to Chicago with the mop I\u2019m sporting \u2013 that much hair could significantly affect the vehicle\u2019s performance, handling, and mileage.\u00a0 I made up the cost of the haircut in the gas we saved in the first 100 miles.<\/p>\n Besides, who feels like driving when you\u2019re not rockin\u2019 your own head?\u00a0 I built this haircut on rock-n-roll, baby, and I\u2019ve got the gray to prove it.<\/p>\n So Thursday dawns, as Thursday must, and we load the kids into the car.\u00a0 We have everything:\u00a0 medication, a teddy bear (the kids did not take teddy bears or dolls; I, however, brought mine), books, music, cell phone chargers, good clothes, bad clothes, and an appetite for road food.\u00a0 We eased away from our berth, down past the docks, and out of view of the house, our only companion the constant hammer of Nicole \u2013 the 16th named tropical storm this year, which graced the Eastern Seaboard with rain for the first time in 4 months.\u00a0 Not a drop of the wet stuff on the brown patches of dirt that used to pass for my lawn, and on this traveling morning Mother Nature decides to switch on the fire hose?\u00a0 Bitch.<\/p>\n When you pause to consider the rain, the traffic, and the incredible distance (yep, 42 miles) we needed to cover that morning, we did pretty well.\u00a0 We maintained an average speed of 28 miles per hour, which is pretty safe for a Model T Ford.\u00a0 That we were driving a 1999 Toyota Sienna with a 6-cylander engine and a top speed of 130 miles per hour \u2013 not that it\u2019s ever seen that speed, but I hear tell \u2013 well, we\u2019ll just let that slide, in much the same way that we slid into the Waffle House in Frederick, MD to meet my folks and sister, who were driving with us in the driving rain to Ohio and Points West.<\/p>\n Death before dishonor, but neither before breakfast.\u00a0 My parents, it should be noted, are considerably more healthy than I am; my mother can kill a deer with a cast iron skillet at 30 paces and my father runs marathons for fun and profit.\u00a0 I used to hope to be in as good shape as they are when I reach the same age; these days I\u2019ve lowered my sights to just reaching the same age.\u00a0 Needless to say, the idea of actually *eating* in the Waffle House holds a sick, fascinating attraction for them; it\u2019s like realizing that you can order dessert for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and no one will yell at you.\u00a0 That they were the thinnest adults in the place did not bother anyone \u2013 they\u2019ll serve anyone at the Waffle House.<\/p>\n We greased up, gassed up, and also saw to the needs of the cars, if you know what I mean.\u00a0 Breakfast, while watching it rain in sheets, was going to be the last fun thing for a good hundred miles, and we enjoyed it as only road foodies can \u2013 which is to say quickly, cheaply, and messily.\u00a0 We looked like great white sharks trying to decide between the cute one swimming by herself or the fat one with the surfboard, and realizing that hey, I\u2019m a shaaaark, I don\u2019t have to choose.\u00a0 I can just eat them both!<\/p>\n And we did.\u00a0 I love me some Waffle House.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Thursday, Miles 42 \u2013 292.\u00a0 Destination: Twinsburg, OH.\u00a0 Distance: 250 Miles<\/strong><\/p>\n So there we were, exiting the Waffle House in Frederick, Md.\u00a0 Thus fortified, and for some of us thus horrified, we moved people and things into the rain and into the cars, and then moved things and people again, still in the rain, until we had a good sense that we\u2019d reached an equilibrium.\u00a0 This involved me, my sister, my father, and Number One Son in my father\u2019s car, and the rest of the girls in SOBUMD\u2019s minivan \u2013 with my mother driving, embracing her inner yuppie and indulging her need for speed.\u00a0 We followed along in the Toyota Sienna-sized hole left where the rain wasn\u2019t falling anymore as my mother created a tunnel of \u201cnot rain\u201d while trying to see if it would really hit 130 miles per hour.<\/p>\n In the back seat of Dad\u2019s car, my sister was exchanging ideas with Number One Son, who having been fed was promptly medicated.\u00a0 One of these ideas was \u201cread a book,\u201d whereupon he mentioned not having a book in this car.\u00a0 She, of course, had a book in this car, in fact she had two to choose from \u2013 Neil Stephenson\u2019s Snow Crash, and Christopher Moore\u2019s Fool.<\/p>\n If you\u2019ve never read either, I can recommend both.\u00a0 Are they \u201cappropriate\u201d for a 10-yr-old?\u00a0 Probably not \u2013 this just became a \u201clesser of two evils\u201d question.\u00a0 Right, Snow Crash \u2013 it\u2019ll hold his interest.\u00a0 She handed it to him and we lost him for about 30 minutes until he started giggling.\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat do you think of the book?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI like all the swear words!\u201d<\/p>\n My sister wondered about my choice, which I maintain is still better than letting him read \u201cFool.\u201d\u00a0 Snow Crash has conversational swearing.\u00a0 Fool uses it as an art form.\u00a0 Snow Crash is about computers and hacking; Fool is a game of Grand Theft Auto mashed up with Shakespeare at his pornographic best \u2013 medieval porn and gratuitous murder, yeah baby!\u00a0 At least he\u2019s reading.\u00a0 Me, it\u2019s email, email, email on the Blackberry \u2013 plus a great example of technology in action:\u00a0 Dad mentioned he\u2019d like to hear Pat Boone singing \u201cThe Old Rugged Cross\u201d and in 90 seconds it\u2019s coming off some YouTube hard drive in the ether, over an IP network, to a wireless network, down the airwaves to my Crackberry, and into sound in the car, with my Dad singing along \u2013 all at 75 miles an hour, in the driving rain.\u00a0 I love technology!<\/p>\n We collectively decided that we liked Ohio better than Maryland and Pennsylvania, because it wasn\u2019t raining in Ohio.\u00a0 They have sun there.\u00a0 Quite a relief.\u00a0 We drove past Youngstown, got to Twinsburg, and headed for the hot tub.\u00a0 After a dip, we retired to our rooms, I plugged in the McGuffin, er, Blackberry charger, and headed for the local restaurant.\u00a0 (There\u2019s only one.)\u00a0\u00a0 After some food at a table lit by the largest television screens known to man, we returned to the hotel.\u00a0 As we retired to our rooms, I determined that there was Scotch in the lobby.\u00a0 I bought one for SOBUMD, then let my dad know that there was Grandpa Juice available downstairs.\u00a0 He allowed as how he knew that, he and my sister having acquired same before<\/strong> we left for dinner.\u00a0 I mentioned the (low) price and was instructed in how the pros do it: \u201cYou gave them money?\u00a0 I just said \u201cRoom 425\u201d and we pressed on.\u201d<\/p>\n Clearly, I don\u2019t stay at hotels often enough.\u00a0 Eager to test this new lesson, I went back downstairs and got another glass of Grandpa Juice, this time charging it to Room 425, just like he said.\u00a0 That I was in Room 423 was not really relevant.<\/p>\n In the morning, we found something very much like breakfast, loaded everyone into the cars again, and pressed on.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Friday, Miles 293 \u2013 613.\u00a0 Destination: Chicago.\u00a0 Distance: 321 Miles<\/strong><\/p>\n In what I can only hope, for your sake, is the very remote chance that you ever stop for lunch in Sturgis, Michigan, be sure to stop at Dan\u2019s Family Restaurant.\u00a0 If you\u2019re over 80, I\u2019m sure you\u2019ve heard of it already.\u00a0 Word gets around on The Facebooks, you know \u2013 Dan\u2019s Family Restaurant has a discount for seniors that can\u2019t be beat!\u00a0<\/p>\n Dan's Family Restaurant, Sturgis, Michigan<\/p><\/div>\n Obviously the waitress, on the other hand, can be beat.\u00a0 I say this not because the service was slow, or bad \u2013 it was fine.\u00a0 I think our waitress had been beaten far too often, though \u2013 every other sentence was \u201cI\u2019m sorry!\u201d\u00a0 She apologized for everything, regardless of whether or not it was something she could control, up to and including the weather.\u00a0 I think it was a defense mechanism built in from getting beaten too often by cane-wielding Q-tips wondering about the discount.\u00a0 She held her own behind the counter, though:\u00a0 \u201cMike, this says Chicken Tenders, not Chicken Wings \u2013 do I need to buy you a pair of glasses?\u00a0 I\u2019ll go buy you a pair of glasses if you need them!\u201d<\/p>\n It\u2019s easy to get to Dan\u2019s Family Restaurant, though.\u00a0 All you need is a Betty.<\/p>\n It\u2019s also easy to tell when your kids have been hanging out with their Grandfather \u2013 anything with an automated voice system, like a GPS, gets named Bitchin\u2019 Betty.\u00a0 This stems from the early automated aviation advisory voices in Viet Nam-era aircraft (and continuing today) that would tell a pilot \u201cLow on Fuel\u201d or \u201cWatch out for that Mountain.\u201d\u00a0 These days the iPhone will do the same thing, so in our car we had Dad\u2019s GPS, in SOBUMD\u2019s van we had her iPhone set for MapQuest, calling out the same set of<\/p>\n \u201cRecalculating Route\u201d All of which cause the kids to want to tell Bitchin\u2019 Betty to shut up.\u00a0\u00a0 They figure poor Betty gets pretty tired of \u201cRecalculating\u201d every time we turn around.\u00a0 We all got out of the cars at Dan\u2019s Family Restaurant and the HTR piped up with, \u201cDaddy, Bitchin\u2019 Betty sounds pretty depressed.\u00a0 I think she should try Cymbalta.\u201d\u00a0 Number One Son doesn\u2019t miss a beat:\u00a0 \u201cDepression hurts, Daddy.\u00a0 Cymbalta can help.\u201d<\/p>\n Dear god, I *really* need to monitor what the hell they\u2019re watching on television.\u00a0 Also, I need my ears checked again; at first I thought they said she needed to take Cialis.\u00a0 Which would probably also take Betty\u2019s mind off recalculating the route for the 478th time, but I\u2019d rather not explain that to the kids.<\/p>\n The best part of Bitchin\u2019 Betty is the pinpoint accuracy of the iPhone\/MapQuest application.\u00a0 SOBUMD excused herself to the bathroom (\u201cExcuse me, where\u2019s the bathroom?\u201d\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m sorry, it\u2019s just down that hallway.\u201d) and took her purse \u2013 I never know why, and I don\u2019t want to.\u00a0 In this case, though, she reports that as she was walking out of the stall, Betty piped up from her purse unexpectedly:\u00a0 \u201cRecalculating!\u201d<\/p>\n Now that\u2019s an accurate system.\u00a0<\/p>\n We said our sad goodbyes to Sturgis and our lovely and apologetic waitress and climbed back in the saddles, driving through the settling lunch and setting sun until we reached our destination \u2013 Uncle Dan (no relation to the Restaurant) and Aunt Mary Ann\u2019s house, which has Ivy.\u00a0 Not ivy, Ivy.\u00a0 Ivy is a Wheaten Terrier, which makes complete sense since they live a in suburb called Wheaton \u2013 I assume she came with the house.\u00a0 Ivy and Number One Son, to the surprise of pretty much everyone including themselves, became close pals.\u00a0<\/p>\n Ivy Meets Number One Son: A Dog and Her Boy<\/p><\/div>\n We had a wonderful time eating pizza and visiting with family that we never get to see often enough.\u00a0 Number One Son met a dog who wasn\u2019t too scary, jumpy, or annoying, and a great time was had by all.\u00a0 I looked all around the house, but was unable to find the \u201cDorian Gray\u201d painting of my Aunt, who looks like I\u2019ve always remembered her \u2013 I don\u2019t know how she does it, but she has not aged a day in at least 20 years.\u00a0 Maybe the dogs do her aging for her.\u00a0 Uncle Dan just looks more like himself; I\u2019ve seen pictures of him when he was younger, and he looks like he\u2019s waiting to grow into how he looks now.\u00a0 My cousins look good and married well too \u2013 maybe there\u2019s something in the genes; it\u2019s just a good looking family all around.\u00a0 Of course, they\u2019re all related to me, so certainly that explains part of it.<\/p>\n The next morning dawned with coffee and breakfast yummies, including pancakes that even the Reigning Queen of Pink couldn\u2019t be allergic to, which was very sweet.\u00a0 Mind you, she still didn\u2019t eat them, but she *could* have, and that\u2019s the point, really.\u00a0 We eventually got dressed, loaded the car, and headed to the Death Star.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Saturday: Operation Wedding<\/strong><\/p>\n Now, there are some things you should know before we get to the church.\u00a0 Things like, the side bets my family makes about the insurance premiums and structural integrity of the building when I walk into a house of worship.\u00a0 Things like the questions they still ask about those explosions.\u00a0 Things like the chances that it\u2019s still a church when I leave.\u00a0 The last time my folks talked me into coming to church with them was at a military chapel.\u00a0 Before the end of the mass, the Father introduced a 3-star general who announced that the building was going to be re-purposed for barracks, have a nice day.\u00a0 They\u2019ve never asked me back.<\/p>\n So when I tell people I don\u2019t usually go to churches, it\u2019s not because I don\u2019t like it.\u00a0 It\u2019s just that I can\u2019t countenance putting all those other people at risk.\u00a0 It\u2019s a public service, really, just like the ego-reducing lining in my hats that helps keep my massive ego from accidental property damage.\u00a0 I\u2019m a considerate guy, you know?<\/p>\n Speaking of hats, someone mentioned getting dressed up for the wedding.\u00a0 This depressed me a little, because I did not get dressed up for the wedding. \u00a0Getting dressed up used to be fun \u2013 you break out your fancy clothes, put a tie on, grab your best hat \u2013 all the things that let you know you\u2019re doing something special.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t get \u201cdressed up.\u201d\u00a0 I dress like this all the time.\u00a0 I wore what I usually wear to work.\u00a0 I feel cheated, really, because for me to get dressed up, I\u2019d need a frigging tuxedo, and of course there\u2019s no call to wear a tuxedo because I\u2019m<\/strong> not getting married.\u00a0 My job here is to make sure that none of my children make farting noises during the ceremony.\u00a0 (OK, my job is to make sure that none of my children make farting noises louder than Uncle Jerry during the ceremony.)\u00a0 SOBUMD\u2019s job, it turns out, is educating the kids on the new surroundings, since they obviously don\u2019t get to church much more often than I do.<\/p>\n We step into the pew and take a seat.\u00a0 There are large hymnals in the book holders in front of us.\u00a0 \u201cWhat books are those?\u201d asks the Reigning Queen of Pink.<\/p>\n My sister picked up a hymnal and said, \u201cThese are bibles.\u201d\u00a0 She clearly comes here as often as I do.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s a Bible?\u201d\u00a0 asks the Reigning Queen of Pink.<\/p>\n Gobsmacked.\u00a0 I lost all powers of speech for a moment, right there, and my sister was so pole-axed that she couldn\u2019t respond either.<\/p>\n SOBUMD jumped to our rescue:\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s OK, they\u2019re just like Korans.\u201d<\/p>\n Luckily the services hadn\u2019t started, because it took several more minutes to restore order in our section of the church.\u00a0 SOBUMD, who is so digital that she firmly believes God can be downloaded onto her iPhone (\u201cThere\u2019s an App for that!\u201d), noted that there were several WiFi networks near enough to connect to from there; one of them was called \u201cDeath Star\u201d.\u00a0 I can only hope that it was a local neighbor geek and not a subtle indictment of papal authority, but these days you never know.<\/p>\n Once we all settled into our places, the celebrants started filtering into the church.\u00a0 The bride was lovely in white, as brides are, except more so, on account of she\u2019s beautiful, and the groom wore \u2013 yeah right.\u00a0 No one looks at the groom.\u00a0 He looked fine, you know, for my cousin.\u00a0 At least he<\/strong> got to dress up.\u00a0 Toward the end of the ceremony there was a bit with candles; the mothers each lit a candle and used them together to light a single new candle.<\/p>\n Number One Son leaned over and whispered, \u201cDaddy, what\u2019s the point of the candles?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell,\u201d said I, \u201cthe two flames are the two people getting married, and they\u2019re being married into a single new flame together, as a married unit \u2013 a single spiritual being in the eyes of god.\u00a0 Or, it may signify the bikini waxing the bride got yesterday for the wedding night.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNothing, never mind.\u201d\u00a0 No wonder they don\u2019t know what bibles look like.<\/p>\n The wedding went off without a hitch, or rather with one, if you catch my drift, and if you\u2019re still reading after a pun that bad I should probably apologize, but I won\u2019t.\u00a0 The reception followed at a nice hotel, where friends and families gathered, caught up, ate up, and got down with their bad selves.\u00a0 There was plenty of great food, yummy things to drink, and music and dancing.\u00a0 I got to dance with all my cousins, which was great except for one of them, who left me alone on the dance floor 45 seconds into the song.\u00a0 Why he wouldn\u2019t want to dance to Right Said Fred\u2019s I\u2019m Too Sexy<\/a> with the Big Ugly Man Doll, I\u2019m sure I don\u2019t understand.\u00a0 I mean, I left most of my clothes on!\u00a0 Just not comfortable enough with his masculinity, I guess\u2026\u00a0 Ah well, we love him anyway.\u00a0\u00a0 I have to say, not because no one else would, but because none of the rest of them (barring SOBUMD) are blogging:\u00a0 Our family rocks \u2013 and it\u2019s nice to have a new family member!<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Sunday, Miles 614 \u2013 820.\u00a0 Destination: Bowling Green, OH.\u00a0 Distance: 207 miles<\/strong><\/p>\n We left the hotel before most of the revelers were awake \u2013 Number One Son being inclined to rise at 0630, time zones notwithstanding.\u00a0 \u201cHey, Dad, come look at the sunrise!\u201d\u00a0 Oh god.\u00a0 Right.\u00a0 Sunrise.\u00a0 OK.\u00a0 So, packed and out in short order.\u00a0 We saw some more cousins on the way out \u2013 also very early risers, which is another term for \u201cparents of young children.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n Speaking of young children, the imperative in the morning is to get food into Number One Son, so that he can have his medicine, which has been proven to dramatically increase the lifespan of children with his conditions, especially when driving long distances with them in the car.\u00a0 So, we turned on SOBUMD\u2019s magic iPhone, now with the God App divinely installed, fired up Bitchin\u2019 Betty, and found us some grub.\u00a0 There being no handy Waffle House, we turned to a local version \u2013 Elly\u2019s Pancake House<\/a>, in Arlington Heights.\u00a0 Here\u2019s a pic of part of the menu:\u00a0<\/p>\n Elly's Pancake House. It's THAT good.<\/p><\/div>\n Oh my god.\u00a0 This place is everything Dan\u2019s Family Restaurant wants to be when it grows up.\u00a0 They had coffee on the table within 30 seconds of seating us \u2013 and I was NOT wearing a visible sidearm, I might add.\u00a0 The food was incredible and enormous and reasonably priced.\u00a0 Elly\u2019s Pancake House.\u00a0 There are three of them, and if the others are as good as this one, I\u2019ll have to try them all.\u00a0 Yum!<\/p>\n Once fed and medicated, we pressed on toward Bowling Green, Ohio.\u00a0 Explaining why we were headed to Bowling Green requires some history.<\/p>\n Where to begin?\u00a0 In the early \u201870s, DARPA and ARPA became the internet, small \u201ci\u201d, and then in the \u201880s Tim Berners-Lee invented HTML, which spawned the World Wide Web on the Internet, big \u201cI\u201d, and then we got to the crazy Dot-Com days of 1999, where some crazy people thought that they could make money by creating a message\/chat board for women who were all going to have babies in any given month talk to each other about how it was going.\u00a0 They couldn\u2019t really make any money that way, but that wouldn\u2019t become apparent for several years.\u00a0 The point is that there were a bunch of women who were, in fact, interested in such a board, and the upshot of this is that there are I think 80 or so women who are still<\/strong> talking about how it\u2019s going.\u00a0\u00a0 Just as PBS and Sesame Street were the great promise of television in the \u201860s, this kind of community building \u2013 crossing boundaries of race, income, location, education, orientation, everything \u2013 is the great promise of the Internet, and it\u2019s been fascinating to me to watch this community of interest become self-sustaining.<\/p>\n When the original hosting company realized this was not a money-making venture after all, these women packed up en masse and bootlegged the board onto their own systems until they found something else to work with.\u00a0 It is now its own self-sustaining, self-policing community, and I\u2019ve been delighted to be privileged to meet some of the members \u2013 pretty much the only things they all have in common are English and babies.\u00a0 The original babies are around 10 years old now \u2013 most were born in June or July of 2000; in our case, Number One Son.\u00a0 (Number One Son has 100 mommies, and I only get to sleep with one of them.\u00a0 Hardly seems fair.)\u00a0 He doesn\u2019t really know that he has a hundred mommies, but I do \u2013 I\u2019m convinced that The Board, as we call it, is responsible for saving his life at least once.\u00a0 Possibly mine also.\u00a0 Many of the ladies of The Board have also contributed questions to the Friday ManFAQ<\/a>, for which they have my undying gratitude \u2013 and the thanks of a grateful nation.<\/p>\n So, short story long, one of the Board ladies lives in Bowling Green, and another lives within 90 minutes drive of there, and we were heading to Bowling Green to meet them for dinner.\u00a0 (It says something about the Board that one of them was willing to drive her whole family an hour and a half up and another hour and a half back, to meet us at Bob Evans.\u00a0 That\u2019s love, baby.)<\/p>\n Driving there had its moments.\u00a0 Just before we crossed the state line, there was a great billboard:\u00a0 \u201cIndiana Coffee and Chocolate Company \u2013 To Dull the Pain of Ohio.\u201d\u00a0 Only in the Great Plains do the actual states gang up and insult each other.\u00a0 You won\u2019t hear Virginia messing with North Carolina, believe me.\u00a0 On the other hand, the clouds through most of Ohio looked like tanks, all the same shape and lined up for battle.\u00a0 Maybe they take that kind of thing seriously.<\/p>\n The other great part of that drive was explaining to Number One Son (and his sisters) who we were going meet and exhorting him to behave.\u00a0 We had explained the bribe before we left home:\u00a0 behave very well this whole trip and you\u2019ll get the Iron Man 2 DVD you want when we get home.\u00a0 Driving to Bowling Green, he asks \u201cMaybe some other time we could come to Chicago under, you know, better circumstances?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBetter circumst \u2013 What?\u00a0 What could be better than a wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou know, when I don\u2019t have a movie riding on it.\u201d<\/p>\n Responsibility.\u00a0 Ain\u2019t it a bitch.<\/p>\n![\"Dan's](\"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/Dans1.jpg\" "\\"Dan's")
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