Monday, August 27, 2012

The Day The Hinsons Met Ashland

If you've read my other blog, you both know I reside in Ashland, Kentucky (its name, I've been told, was translated from the Huyakidden tribe as "between-rock-and-hard-place").

My sons and I moved here in 1994. We arrived at the local Burger King®
shortly after 8 AM on April 22 -- and, after they finished the last 500 repetitions of the traveling child's sacred mantra, "Are We There Yet?", I took them in for breakfast and coffee (for me. Tons of it ...).    
Then we piled back in the car and headed up 13th Street, looking for a motel.

Suddenly ...

DAAAAAD!! LOOOOK OUUUUTTTTT!! I looked ahead of me and saw all these people coming to greet us. How nice. They were all in a two-lane formation -- why, they were even honking their horns at us in appreciation ...
or ...
I was heading the wrong way on a one-way street!

TURRRRN!! TURRRRRN!!!!! So I did. I looked back at him and asked Whaddya want?? He reminded me with a thrown shoe ...
We turned left on Carter Avenue.

DAAAAAD!! YOU DID IT AGAINNN! FIND ONE THAT ISN'T 'ONE WAY', WILLYA??

So I turned the car with a jerk (or maybe it was the jerk turning the car. I dunno ...) -- into a huge, adjacent parking lot. And, subsequently (as was my luck), hit a humonginormous pothole. Not that it was deep, mind you, but I coulda sworn I could hear the faint strains of the Chinese National Anthem beneath us ...

When we climbed out and dusted ourselves off (it was safe. Most of the irate drivers had gone home and were eating supper by then ...) I asked the boys where they wanted to go. Mike, the youngest, reminded me that we needed to find some place that sold toilet paper (no, I don't know why ...).
Tim had another idea. They'd stay. I could go to ... ummmm ...

Suuuuure. With my luck, they have one-way-streets down there, too ...

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