Easter is interesting in America. There is much more emphasis on home decoration than in Australia. This varies from posters proclaiming Christ’s resurrection to Easter bunny paraphernalia. One person had decorated their tree with strings of multi coloured eggs. I was in a country town at Easter time so the cities might be different but it was very pretty and impressive.
Where have all the homeless people gone? Seriously. I heard Giuliani had shipped them out of New York but I’m not sure what North Carolina and Murrylund have done with them. When I was last in the US you were constantly asked for money from homeless people, especially airports. Now, not a peep. I did see one homeless person in Georgetown however, considering the huge number I saw on the West Coast, this was curious.
Speedboating on High Rock Lake. Seriously wicked cool fun. And we would have gone way faster had Wesley’s gorgeous sister Lorrie not been with us. Bless her, she preferred it at a more sedate level. It was a superb day though. More of that, please.
Speaking of speed I have now driven in a car that has left the ground as it went over a hill, ala every car chase film known to man. That was exhilarating however I’m not sure the suspension of the car thought so.
I did not, however, go out in Ray’s Vette. Even I, who really doesn’t understand cars at all, could appreciate this car was nice!!!! The reason I didn’t go : it was raining and the car cannot get wet. Heh! (I understand that, to be honest. I mean, look at it. However,I gotta harass him).
I was re- reading Part the one of the american dot points and was appalled at how often I say, wicked cool. I mean, am I ten?
A small aside about the last time I was in the US and vowed never to return. It was incredibly violent and I left the states shell-shocked. This time, fantastic and I want to return as soon as they will let me through the door.
Rick’s Vette, ya dag. You know Sir Preensalot, my neighbor at the lake. I will have to link Lorrie to you blog. I am sure she will enjoy your writings. Get some sleep too!
Me wuv Vettes. Me too fat to get into one, but me wuv ’em nonetheless.
Where I grew up, in Saskatoon, you only drive a Vette in the summer, ’cause a) -50 is too cold for a Vette to tolerate and b) Vettes are too low to the ground to drive along streets that have a big frozen snow hump in the middle of them and of each lane for six months of the year. So, the Corvette is long balmy summer nights, when it’s still just twilight at 10.00pm and you’re cruisng 8th Street, looking for all your buds at the A&W or the Dog ‘n’ Suds, and eating deep-fried onion rings while drinking root beer. No wonder I like American Graffiti, the movie!