Feeling the itch to get back on the road
I learned today more about New Smyrna Beach, Fla. Learned by walking its historic Flagler Avenue.
Diane and I woke up this morning in our Florida vacation house where we plan to stay until mid-February. Today was the same as most of the days we have spent here except for a short trip to New Smyrna Beach.
We were there the weekend before last for an art fair. Now having a piece in need of a frame, we returned to go to a frame shop. We had work done last year by the same shop but spent no time on “The Avenue” that is widely promoted in these parts. Today we did and it was delightful.
Flagler Avenue features several blocks of small shops offering an enticing variety of goods. The east end of the street ends on the (Atlantic Ocean) beach. Cars are permitted to drive onto the beach and up and down the ocean shore. Bikini-clad beach goers brightened the day of the construction workers who were building a new beach-side structure. We did not have time to stay with the borrowed car we were driving but resolved to make a day of it when time permits.
• As delightful as the days have been for us in Florida, Diane and I are feeling the itch to get back on the road. We might be there already if not for the conference I will be attending next week. We have been out of service since before Christmas and are beginning to miss the road. We enjoy the work and the interaction with customers and fellow truck drivers. It’s fun to drive a truck, especially on the open road. I’m ready to do it again.
Diane is ready too. She went to the truck today to get a book or something but did not immediately return. She sat in the driver’s seat for a while just to be there and scratch in a small way the itch to drive again. We have spent thousands of hours in that seat. It is a familiar and comfortable place.
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