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Travel Log - New York
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New York:  May 9 - 10

Seno and I followed Highway 9 down the west side of Gorgeous George--that would be Lake George, stopping sometimes just overwhelmed with the blue beauty of it all.  Bobbing boats, lapping water, clear blue sky, warm day--perfect roadster weather.  Found the World's Tallest Uncle Sam at the south end of the lake at Magic Forest.  He is 38 feet tall and weighs 4500 pounds--made of, guess what, fiberglass!

Seno and I flashed thru another state capitol, Albany, and did find the elusive 9W so went down the east side of the Hudson River.  Crossed over and then up to Saugerties and finally found the KOA where the time and the weather seemed to permit another camp out.  Was especially nice because I also cleaned ALL my clothes (no, did not go topless in the KOA laundro-facilities) and cleaned me too.  Felt great!  Also put the egg cooker on a stumpy thing at my spot that was an electrical outlet and so I had plenty of hard boiled eggs for the next leg of the trip.

Woke up in fine shape and met Larry and Jane from Staten Island who are "just trying it out for 10 years" which I assume meant each other.  They are a couple of characters who love sailing and they were on their way to a basketweaving course in Vermont.  They say "hi" to daughter Janet and were camped out in an RV a couple spots down from me and Seno.  Jane could not get over the idea of someone camping in a 4 cylinder RV.  She has lovely red hair and Larry is a major sailor, ties flies and the two of them are busier than ever just keeping after their interests.  Jane said, don't forget quilts.  Heavens, quilting is the state religion in Vermont and Pennsylvania!

I tootled around the Catskills and did a drive thru for a little rummage sale.  Didn't even get out of the car and bought a purple bowling ball case from Carol who teaches school near Asholean (I think I got that right).  You will all be thrilled to know that I actually passed on buying the purple bowling ball that came with it.  I know Seno was relieved that he didn't have to haul it.

Made for Poughkeepsie and Vassar College.  What a luxurious treat this was!  Vassar reminded me of Oxford and my jaw was hanging loose for most of the drive around campus.  The history of this place is amazing.  The alumni magazine features an article of Vassar as depicted in various Hollywood films and television.  I'll find the article and tell you about it later.  Monroe, for instance, tried to pass for a Vassar-ite in Some Like It Hot.  Anyway, had dinner with two Vassar K's:  Kelly and Kelley both bright, articulate, and intent on keeping the Vassar tradition of contributing to the planet.  In just a short time I felt the pressure that someone must feel coming from such high value tradition.  You'd just HAVE to make good.  Awesome place.  Also got to meet Robby who likes bigger, beefier cars than Seno.  He and his sister Kelley have smiles that could blind a Crest executive.  It being the eve of Mother's Day I couldn't help but think that any mom would be extremely proud to have any of these 3 students as their own.  (My daughter is also a Kelly and we are not together for Mom's day since I am on this Wild Trip.)

Well, the trip got a good deal wilder after I had quiche and coffee at the Vassar Alum House that morning.  I was west bound going over the Hudson River Bridge when the left rear fender broke loose.  I pulled over, duct taped it and called AAA.  Will, the tow truck driver, just helped put more duct tape on the fender and wished me "good luck". 

I limped 70 miles over Bear Mountain and thru West Point in the RAIN hoping to heavens I could make it to Chestnut Ridge, New York where Irving and Christina live.  I couldn't find Highway 59 to save my soul, stumbling around on narrow streets, totally unfamiliar and gripping the soaking wooden steering wheel.  Then the brakes started locking up. 

This was more than duct tape was designed for but I made it--barely.  Spent most of the rest of the day wanting wine and kissing the ground inside Irving's dry house.  After several hours I went out to the garage to check on Seno and discovered that his right rear fender has also popped its weld but was still holding. 

It is at this point a person has to ask themselves:  is it time to abandon this project?

I had a book in my emergency kit that lists Early Ford V-8 members across the country by states.  I need a referral I could count on and I needed it NOW.  I wasn't familiar with the names of the towns near by so Irving went thru the New York section and found Ross in West Nyack.  Called Ross at 7 or 8 pm on Mother's Day and described the kind of fix it person I thought I needed. 

Several miracles happened after that.  Ross, a retired DEA agent (NYC) just took charge and called back with the perfect person to do the work.  This Wizard named Joe it seems can fabricate anything and does on a regular basis working on cars a whole lot more valuable and intricate than my little buggy. 

Irving (bless his heart) got up at 5:30 so that he and I could meet Ross and Joe at 7:30.  What a fabulous shop!  Clean, organized, a 1/2 put together '33 Lincoln with huge wide whites, a '53 Merc woody.  Wow, old car heaven!  Ross brought his scrapbook of his car--this is too great for words!--he has a 1939 black and white cop car complete with "radio microphone" on the dash!  He drove it back to Dearborn (to its birthplace to you non-car people).  I met John who owns the whole operation and he was brief--what else does the car need?  And they'll handle it.

So I just got the news about an hour ago that Seno has the OK to continue this trip.  Gosh, folks, I thought I might get out of driving this little purple box for another 4,500 miles but no, these guys think I can do it, so what the heck, looks like I'll be back on the road Wednesday after the rain dies down a little.  (Tornado warning out just south of here and it is pouring BUCKETS out there now.)  I have been rescued by a whole fleet of angels:  Howard who gave me the book, Irving who has taxi'd me around and fed me and whose office I'm not typing from, Ross who swooped in like Superman to save the day, Joe who is the handsome genius that pieced my silly car back together again BETTER than it ever way and John who gave a green light to the whole affair. 

I went to class with Irving this morning after leaving my Rescue Squad and I met a group of people who are all doing their autobiographies.  They each read from their work and I mean to tell you, it was entertainment that I should have paid admission for--good writing and fascinating stories.  Jan, thanks for letting me sitting in on the class and to Vi, Mary, Abe, Wendy, Cindy, Winnie, Joyce and of course, Irving--keep it up, you all had my full attention for over 2 hours!!!  What an amazing group of people who could write about Downs syndrome, black books, camping, weddings and dreams!

Pictures of all this to follow. 
 

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Versatile, practical, multi-tlented janet -- equally comfortable in red hat or jeans --  opens her garage & home to me & Seno. King -- great face & perfect velvet ears --  Joan's well-behaved gentleman and co-host.
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People & their animal companions -- simple pleasures with them take the bumps out of life. Norm & Dennis made me honorary volunteer in Rutland, VT for the day giving me a name tage badge.  They asked if I brought the car in to donate it.
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A very practical Vermont idea -- drive up window to drop off film -- a cut in window & door bell. Why don't all film dropoffs do this? Mattie and her MUST-STOP place in ORWELL, VT just 6 miles from the ferry.  Save your appetite for morning cream puffs.
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Larry the ferryboat guy holds onto Seno for the roadster's first trip across water. 5th and 6th graders from Stockbridge, VT on the ferry & all over Seno (there is a car under all these kids).  I promised the young man on the far right that if he bouhgt a car from Matthews (in Ortegon where I bought Seno) that I would deliver it to him.
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Opening Day (May 10) at historic Ticonderoga. Jackie & Lisa will fill you in on all the history you forgot about Fort Ticonderoga which figured into the French, the British & finally colonial America.
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Didn't get his name but he gave me directions to the elusive Highway 9 in New York.
A restful, ion pumping Lake George.
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World's Largest Uncle Sam -- I knew you were wondering where it was -- you'll see it from the road, south end of Lake George. His hands looked sorta grabby & made me think of the IRS.
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