Before I tell you about this afternoons move from Verona, NY to Newburgh, NY and my visit to Orange County Choppers, let me tell you a little about what happened last night and early today.
Yesterday, after taking some late afternoon pictures of the Turning Stone Campground, Mary Lynn settled down to watch three episodes in-a-row of her favorite show (Project Runway). Then she informs me that each show has been increased from one hour to an hour and a half. Well three hours of Project Runway would have put me into a comma but watching 4.5 hours of Project Runway would have killed me.
The previous evening MLA went gambling at the casino and still had a few bucks on her card so I decided to leave her in peace to watch her TV show while I went to the casino and ‘cashed out’ her card. She gave me her ‘pin’ for the casino card and off I went to seek fame & fortune, that is if you can seek a fortune playing on the nickel slot machines.
As luck would have it, after a couple hours of playing I managed to add a few more nickels to her card. So I marched up to the cashiers cage and stood waiting in line for at least 15 minutes before my cashier asked for my card.
He swipes the card, I enter the pin#, he counts out the $$$ and then, just before he hands me the cash he says ‘Heyyyyy-a, wait-a minute. Sooo-a whoooz-a Mary? You-a notta Mary.” Apparently he’s from strange parallel universe where an ‘a’ is appended to every word.
Maybe it was the language barrier or the fact he didn’t want to count out all those nickels, but in the end he insisted Mary had to cash out the card. So this am I drove the RV to the casino while MLA drove the toad. She pulled up behind the RV and I hooked the toad to the RV while she hiked into the casino.
So all day I have been driving the RV down the road and and every time MLA thinks I’ve forgotten about what happened I shout out “Sooo-a whoooz-a Mary? Whooz-a Mary?”. It’s just . That’s just the kind of sophomoric humor I get a kick out of. A kick that is right up until MLA threatens me with ‘bodily harm’. Even now I can hardly keep from yelling it out although I know I must, because I know MLA is serious about the whole bodily harm threat. And she is smart enough to make sure not to leave any marks…. I tell you, my life is tough!
So the next time you speak to MLA just shout out “ Sooo-a, whoooz-a Mary?”. Just be sure to be at least an arms length away…
Once we arrived in Newburgh, NY we found out there are a ton of things to do around here. There’s bus service into New York City every day during the week and train service to NYC is just down the road, lots of Hudson River Valley mansions and historical sites. Plus we are going to our friends house for dinner on Sunday. They live about 45 minutes away and we have not seen them in a couple of years. The fact that Jeannine is a great cook has nothing to do with my looking forward to Sunday…
Newburgh is also the home of Orange County Choppers; their showroom/TV studio/t-shirt factory is a 10-15 minute drive from the campground. This evening I drove over to check it out.
On display, OCC had several of the custom bikes built on the show, including the New York Yankees bike and the New York Jets bike. One of my favorites was not there: the Fire bike, built in honor of the firefighters who lost their lives on 9/11. The picture above shows the spot where the bike is usually displayed which has been turned into a memorial by firefighters around the country. In addition to all of the badges on the wall the floor is littered with clothing, axes, and especially helmets brought by fellow fire fighters from all over the country for their fallen comrades. Truly a touching memorial.
I want to give a special birthday wish to my Grandmother’s sister, Aunt Edna, who turned 100 years old today. She’s as sharp as a tack; may we all be so lucky whatever our years ahead. We Love You Aunt Edna!
MLA and I are excited about exploring this area and New York City for the next couple of days. That’s all for now…..
See Ya!
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