Julia flew in from SF to start driving with me, and it was really great seeing her after two months of doing the long distance relationship thing. She got to Boston earlier than expected, so we got some breakfast at Lyndell’s, the coffee shop next to our old home, where the sandwiches are great and staff is retarded and went to get our truck.
Everything went extremely smooth. After getting the truck we went to my host Andy’s apartment and got my bags. from there we went to our old apartment to “steal” our stuff which we hid in the basement. I made duplicate keys before leaving Boston, so there was no problem getting in. Just in case, we let one of the neighbors know what we’re up to, so in case we get caught we can say they let us in.
I forgot how much useful stuff we had there - our bed, an art table, my keyboard stand… we got everything pretty quickly and started driving towards New York.
We got distracted by a sign to the “Hill Stead Museum” in Farmington, CT. It was the residence of the rich Pope family in the early 1900s. Today it’s an art museum with mostly French impressionistic art, which we didn’t get to see, because you have to join the one-hour-tour, and we were impatient. We walked around the grounds, which are pretty nice.
Tip: If you want to watch the art without being on the tour - there’s an “open house” every first Sunday of the month. Just keep that in mind next time you’re in Farmington, CT.
We moved on and got distracted again by a sign for the “Carousel Museum” in Bristol, CT. Now that we had to see.
For $6 you get a guided tour in the awesome museum, where you get to learn all about the history and mechanics of carousels. Mostly, you learn about the horses and other animals - carving styles and methods, and plenty of stories and anecdotes:
Do you know what the glue for these horses was made of? horse’s hooves
Do you know what their tail was made of? sometimes, real horse tail
Do you know how they used to power the carousel? sometimes, with real horses
Dude, isn’t it easier to just ride a horse?
Last, I bring you a little automatic music band by no other than Wurlitzer:
There’s also a small “History of Fire” museum with lots of fire fighting equipment, and that’s a part of the tour, and of course - you get a carousel ride!!
So we spent there two hours, and had to move on.
We drove to Yorktown Heights, NY, this is where the parents of John, who’s the husband of Kim, who’s a friend of Julia, who is my girlfriend - live.We had some of stuff stored there - long and boring story.
We stopped for dinner at Sprain Lake Golf Course and Drive Range. Wouldn’t you?
We got the stuff and moved on, trying to gain some millage. However, it turns out that the state of NY has all these weird rule about trucks not being allowed to drive on anything that’s a “parkway”. Seriously! I think you also can’t drive a truck if the person who is sitting in the passenger’s seat’s name begins with a T. We got yelled at until we left the parkway, and thus finding ourselves exactly where we did not want to be - inside NYC, with a truck. After two hours we finally got out, drove on to Edison, NJ where we found a motel and finished the day.
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