Right now I am on a bus that’s jerking me along from NYC heading to the Catskills, NY where I will visit my Dad, my sister Maria and her family.
On Monday (or Tuesday depending on the weather) Dad & I will begin a two day road trip halfway across the US to visit my sister, Nardina and her family for Thanksgiving.
Those who know my dad from blog entries and my portrayal of him in Homo No Mo and Fish Can’t Fly know that he is a character who blurts out hilarious things yet insight gems.
He also travels with a trunk (aka boot for the Brits. I try so hard to be inclusive) full of bread, doughnuts, cakes and muffins that he gets from a bakery outlet. He then randomnly gifts people with them. Complete strangers. Gas station attendents. Toll booth operators. People on the street. He is the Johnny Appleseed of carbs.
How does the nursery song go? “Do you know the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man?”
Yeah, he’s my dad.
Actually we call him the Bread Man, and all together, by the end of the month, I will spend about five days on the road with him plus five days on the ground.
I feel thrilled I will spend this time with him culminating in a pre-holiday soiree in Hartford which will certainly include a trip to the Bosnian bar.
I won’t promise anything, but now with my new Treo 700P, I can blog on the road as the madness unfolds..