transformers aside im going to try and get you guys back up to speed. Thomas left you in Maine and we are back in New York now. after we left Maine we drove south through Vermont, New Hampshire and into Massachusetts where we spent the night. like many of our nights we spent it in a rest stop. Thomas and Austin slept in the car and i slept outside because laying down is sooo much more comfortable than sitting bolt upright in a car seat. i have a good synthetic sleeping bag and so i may as well use it! i slept fairly well on the other side of a guard rail next to a fence on some leafs.
in the morning i woke up with frost on my sleeping bag to the words "eh theres a sleeping bag here". it was the construction workers who had just arrived to work on some project on the other side of the guard rail. they didnt bother me and i just picked up and moved my stuff, no harm no foul i guess :)
now this rest stop was closed over night. you could park there but you could not access the bathrooms all night! when they opened in the morning we put them to good use, brushing teeth, shaving and so on. the old guy who worked there told us we should have slept in the bathrooms because it was warm and dry, even suggesting that there was a little room off to the side of the bathroom which wouldnt smell bad.
we moved on and did some driving till we got to this small college in williamstown which had an art museum which was free. something in their founding documents or charter or whatever had something to the effect of "we dont show the pinnacle of art, the finest examples of each kind bla bla bla" more or less they flat out told us they had just random stuff. some of it was good and some if it was really bland or downright weird. they had some little boxes full of bits of wood, one with a little yellow ball and one with a dozen or so little pink balls each in their own little section. each of these had a little card explaining them. thats where the real art was. try and talk up a tin can splattered in paint that looked scraped from the bottom of the can
...the artests depth of color use symbolises humanity's struggle to find meaning in every day life through circles and the contrast they have against the flat background which shows how hard life is and how the bottom line effects everyone trying to attain roundess that the can represents as paint drips from the can embodying the way human civilization inevitabley falls...
thats not even good compared to some of the stuff they wrote about their "art"
they had some photos of buildings that were so bland it was impressive and drawings/paintings that looked like they were done by a 2 year old. to make up for it they also had some good art and a few copies of really awesome old books. they had some old Bibles and some bits of the book of the dead. they had some of the declaration of Independence and the response that King George sent back. they had some cool sculptures and some other odds and ins which were fun to look at.
we left that museum and went to another one down the street. it was called the Clark and a good portion of its pieces were bought by the Clark family which must have been loaded! this one was mostly paintings and photos. the security guards took a great interest in us, often following us ragamuffins from room to room.
once we were done we got back in the car headed for New York so Austin could be here in time to pick his suit up from the tailor. we got out into the middle of nowhere New York and the gas gage started running low. when the car is really cold the choke stays on and so we get awful gas mileage. im going to take that apart tomorrow if i get time and see if the choke heater is working or not. now by low i mean the little light came on and from past experience that means there is about a half gallon of gas left in the 10 gallon tank. when we stopped i put 10.4 gallons into the tank somehow ... also interestingly enough one system in the car has fixed its self. my rear wipers and defroster suddenly decided to work for the first time since ive owned the car. i guess all your prayers have gotten the angels who are keeping us safe to push and turn some wrenches too!
last night we arrived in a little town south of Rochester NY and decided to keep the hoser tradition alive. Austin and i did some stealth camping in the Henerys yard! we did scouting missions to figure out where to set the tent so that we would not get caught at night but would get noticed in the morning. we then brought over our gear and set to work putting up the tent. we almost got caught no less than 5 different times by people driving in and out of the driveway, people going to the back yard to get things and so on. the whole time we thought Phil was going to catch us some. we got the tent set up and went to sleep without being caught. at some point something walked past which might have been a cat. it snowed a little over night but it was that wet slushy stuff that just kinda collects in grass clumps and stuff.
in the morning we got up and said hi to the Henerys. no one heard us or saw us that night as far as we know: Mission Accomplished! mother instinct kicked in and we ended up getting some hot cider and cereal before we went over to visit Phil.
we found Phil and Carl, met Phils dad and then headed to the airport to pick up Bill. at the airport Phil found out how much we like to pick up change and teased us by dropping a little and watching us scramble to pick it all up.
after the airport Austin went to go get his suit and that just about brings us to the present!
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