I think this entry is best broken into three parts. In the words of Buzz from Home Alone, “A,
2 and D.” Part A: Bathroom Portals, Part 2: Life Right Now and
Part D: The Conclusion.
Part A: Bathroom
Portals
A dear friend once told me that bathrooms are portals –
portals to other dimensions, realms, or alternate realities. Fundamentally suggesting a shortcut
connecting two separate points in spacetime.
Besides hearing Doc’s voice in my head from Back to the Future, (“coming
face to face with herself thirty years older would put her into shock and she'd
simply pass out. Or, the encounter could create a time paradox, the result of
which could cause a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the
space-time continuum and destroy the entire universe!”), the idea of
portals has always intrigued me. Traveling
faster than the speed of light, or possibly being able to gain insight into the
truly magical universe and/or expanding my understanding of energy, my
existence. etc.…those are big beautiful, mind-expanding thoughts that are fun
to toy with.
To be honest, I didn’t give bathroom portals much thought
until we moved into the house we currently live in. Since the day we moved in, every time I use
the master bathroom toilet, there is a distinct rumble – like that of a semi
idling somewhere close by. It matters
not if it is the middle of the day or the dead of night. In the beginning, I would spend a few minutes
wandering around looking for the source of the low frequency noise. I looked in the basement, adjoining rooms and
over the back fence thinking there might have been a truck parked back there
along the street. I even crawled into
the hall closet on the opposite side of the wall and once, poked my head up
into the attic to no avail. The sound was/is
only noticeable if I am quietly perched on my potty. Weird.
But I became accustomed to it and lost interest over time. It just was.
For now, let’s put a pin in this “portal” business. I’ll circle back around to this portal
reference in a later post. But, for now…
on to Part 2.
Today is April 10th. Today my dad has been gone for 21 years. In honor of him, and how much he liked road trips and sharing factoids with us, I am adding a picture of the Dixie Truck Stop in McLean, IL - known as America's First Truck Stop.
In 1928, J.P. Walters and John Geske rented part of a mechanic’s garage here to sell sandwiches to Route 66 travelers and truckers. By the 1930’s, the operation had grown to a full-fledged restaurant, cabins, and a cattle pen. The Dixie was owned and operated by the Geske family from 1928-2003 and was only closed one day after a fire in 1965. The truck stop has changed hands, but still serves travelers along Route 66 and I-55, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.
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