Indiana, Parts 1 and 2
The roommate Tom was so terrifically brilliant as to earn an internship for himself with British/Beyond/BMAKEUPYOURFREAKINGMIND Petroleum. We are all so proud of him. The problem that remains, of course, is that BP provides only an unfirnished apartment. Tom sees fit to bring everything he owns, so rental of a truck ensues, and help is recruited. Members of ensemble: 1.Tom, 2.Ben, 3.Adam.
Since Drew appears in none of the rest, he appears here.
He ties his shoe as Adam plays FIFA 2005 for Xbox, which is indisputedly the spiffiest thing ever in the history of things that are really spiffy.
Friday, 29 April
Attempt to pull the truck up to the apartment.
A bit of machinery is in the way, and my Coke is on a pole. Again, we attempt.
Success is had. Furniture, books, pictures, CatchPhrase is loaded. Ensemble mounts:
That is Adam on the left, Tom at the wheel. Tom then takes the helm of his little Escort, and I take the helm of the truck. Outside of Jackson, a trailered truck passes our convoy:
Yup. Notice the "SS" on the license plate. Very well restored, if it is.
Welcome to Merrilville, Indiana. Home of a hundred strip malls, a sub-par Bennigans, and now Thomas Eason, who likes yogurt.
Saturday, 30 April
Tom has unloaded, we have slept, and we drive to Chicago, dropping off the rental truck on the way. Jimmy John meets us in the city, and we partake of his sammiches. Thereafter, I board a Greyhound bus, and leave the driving to them. Darryl (so he says) drives us to Indianapolis, where I am joyously met by a joyous (appororiately) Aunt Carol of mine. To the home of Krohn, the abode of Karl and Karen and Karl Christian (the honored confirmand) and Katie. They win, as the most alliterative wing of our extended family. Here chips Karl a beautiful chip.
The Uncle Buzz of fabled lore attacks the piano, and weaves us a tale of strangers in shorts, and adores at the "queerness of youuuu..."
The same, later, with a saucy looking Katie as shoulder adornment.
Sunday, 1 May
The day of confirmation hath arrived.
A pretty, dramatic, and extremely well attended service, as Karl Christian and 47 of his closet friends confirm their faith in God. Traditionally played organ is also duly noted, down to chimes in the final verse. Unfortunately, we sit under the lip of the balcony, and cannot hear so well. Chronic deafness of household is evident. Service is enjoyed regardless.
A quick jaunt to the house of Buzz, who is named Otto, and a memorial service to his dearly departed dachshund Dolly is performed. Stories shared, ashes strewn about the roots of a dogwood tree planted in honor. Touching moment, serenaded by taps from the lips of yours truly by means of the trumpet of not yours truly, but none other than the afore proclaimed Christian. Truly enjoyable, in the tradition of family congregation due to funeral.
Thereafter to the house of Krohn for food, fraternity, and fabulous cheesecake brought from Milwaukee. Pictures were neglected to have been taken. My apologies. A picture of the whole family was, however, obtained, shortly before our departure and return to merry Michigan.
Anyways. A fitting prelude to a summer that promises a good many miles logged on these feet (and seat) of mine. Congratulations to Christian, and to Tom: we will deal with the pickles.
The boy by the truck says hi.
As always, do enjoy.
BHK
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