Rockin’ the Bananamobile

My wife and I had just flown from Boston to Los Angeles, and then successfully navigated the baggage claim at LAX.

All we had to do was pick up our rental car, and we’d be off on our adventures.

And that’s when the fun — and by “fun,” I mean “not fun” — started.

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I got to see Sugarland

I could see something was moving behind the curtain, and then two silhouettes appeared.

On the left, holding a microphone and dancing, was Jennifer Nettles.

On the right, playing his guitar, was Kristian Bush.

My wife — proving she’s the World’s Best Wife, Part the Infinity (h/t Charlie Pierce) — had bought the tickets for my birthday.  We had parked, eaten dinner, walked to the DCU Center in Worcester, Massachusetts, taken our seats and heard Frankie Ballard finish his seat … but it all became real when those two silhouettes appeared on the curtain.

I was about to see Sugarland.

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Seven years after the flood

The first thing I remember is the phone call from my mother telling me that she was in mud up to her ankles … in my parents’ house.

You wouldn’t think of a tropical storm as something that would affect hill towns of upstate New York, more than two hours from the coast, but it did, causing flooding and damage for miles.

A week or so after the storm — my Facebook page tells me it was seven years ago today — I went to my parents’ house.

I lived in Weymouth, Massachusetts, south of Boston, at the time, and I not only wanted to help in some tiny way, I wanted to see.

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If I ever get rich, I’ll be gone

Years ago, I won some scratch tickets at a work holiday party, and when my boss saw it was me, he said, “You can’t quit if you win.”

I didn’t, just like my wife and I have never won more than a couple dollars from the scratch cards my mother gets us each Christmas, just like I didn’t win the one time I’ve played Powerball.

But if we ever did come into an insane amount of money, wherever I worked would get two weeks while we set about to paying off the mortgage and seeing what real estate in London (or New York or Los Angeles) looked like for at least part of the year.

Then you’d never see me at work again.

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