So Long Kids, Daddy is off to play in the Adirondacks!
Coming home Friday before Easter, I checked my voice mail to find out where (and more importantly- when) next weeks adventure would begin. The message said I had a shuttle run to our drop yard in Massachusetts and the load would need to be there by 10am Monday morning. “That’s odd,” I think, usually I make that run on a Sunday and was now facing a few options. Option 1 - Get up no later then 3:30am Monday morning and hope traffic does not hold me up. Cross my fingers and hope I make it by 10. This option isn’t good for a few reasons: I hate any kind of morning where my eyes have to try and open before 5; I’d much rather be forced to listen to Opera music for several hours with no restroom break. On top of that, I would arrive back in Leesport out of hours and quite possibly end up running local for several days. Local can be okay, but it can also equal more early mornings and nightmarish names like Philadelphia! Option 2 - Leave late Sunday, and stay overnight in Mass and come back in...