Thats the one we're piling in now to get to Franklin, near Nashville, for Taylor's Basketball Tournament. An almost 2 hour drive, thank god I don't have to drive. Just sit there and talk small talk with the two boys and Devona. We stop at a, now you're not gonna tell this to anybody, or will you??? We stop at a Mc Donald's to get me some Coffee... Yes I'm speechless too, some burning hot brown water with some white stuff in it, ohh well it did the job of waking me up again, I don't think I could have made it otherwise. Devona had a Iced Mocca and the boy something cold and frosty with lots of plastic-lids and this and that with it. Now I wanted to pay for that treat... but thats when I learned that I forgot to bring my rubber-band with money and credit-cards. I was asking if I could borough 20 bucks form Devona so I could pay for that, but that produced just the biggest laughter. Typical me again, also noticed that I left the phone in my car too, ohh well, life does go on.
At the basket-ball tournament, Taylor plays for the Franklinheimer team. The have the dark-blue, with FINISH written on the back, jerseys. I miss seeing him with the SCHAUB printed on his back when he played Baseball, the name nobody can pronounce right. But he seems to like Basketball better than Baseball, and I'm glad about that, this game is much more enjoyable to watch than the other stupid game. I actually like it, and here during this tournament I can watch Taylor play, then turn around and watch another game of the older boys play, these guys are good.
Taylor in action with the ball or without...
They did win this game by swanklety-tankle points against the other team!!!
After this ordeal is over we have to go and eat, I feel so stupid that I forgot my valet, thee goes Uncle René without any money on him looking for a place to eat. We go to another fast-food type of place, not that fast and also not that good, but it is a Mexican Taqueria, and we all have a burrito of some sorts. Then to long drive back to the wilderness of the Tennessean back-woods. I don't remember what time we got back, but I was asleep soon after that, well there was a shower first, but then lights out.
I slept really good, was able to have to window open, no air-conditioning was running and the house is smoke free. One time I was here I had allergies and when I woke-up I just had to get out of here, this morning is great. Devona is cooking up a storm, scrambling 11 eggs, making sausage paddies to fry them and the biscuits are in the oven. Breakfast is ready, lets eat. "But where is the Ketchup" I ask, and maybe some hot-sauce??? Both a negative, too funny to sit in this household and not having Ketchup anywhere in the house, something must have gone seriously wrong here. Devona has to drive Taylor back to the Tournament while Andrew goes over to Grandma to hang out and play on-line games, so that I can write some more stories and fiddle with pictures and who knows what else.
After sometime he's back and we get ready for our twosome adventure to Huntsville. I want to see Peter, my cousin, and Andrew wants to see Peter, his dad, too. Off we go. Andrew is driving me in his PT Cruiser and we fly over the country-roads to see if we could get some lift-off at some of the bumbs. We're at the Red Lobster in no time, must be the exposure to the Space-center that make him drive so fast. After all Huntsville, AL is famous for its Space program since the 2nd World War, when Mr. Wernher Van Brown chose Huntsville to be the place he wants to settle for his work on the space-program, since he was German and the landscape here resembles much of the looks of southern Germany. Now Huntsville has the biggest space museum in the world, and probably the most churches too.
And a Red Lobster, that's where Peter works as a waiter in the last few years. I came by this place here 2 years ago to see him and nothing has changed, well except he's looking even older that before. And the drugs are still hunting him.
At the front-desk we ask the hostess that we be seated in Peter's section, she looks at us and immediately asks us if we're related to him....
Peter and I in 2006, this year Andrew and Peter...
Andrew and I eat some lunch, I drink a Bloody Mary and Peter joins us once in a while in between customers orders. I wish to see him in a different situation, but that is it for now.
After some time Andrew and I take-off.
That is also the time for the 3 o'clock picture...
Red Lobster in Huntsville, AL, Peter's workplace since many years...
At three o'clock Andrew is driving us off Red Lobster's parking-lot...
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