Let's all get this straight. Going to New York does not mean “I'm going to see something spectacular!” What it means is that we were delivering a load to the state of New York and seeing “Absolutely NOTHING!” There are lots of tree's and …..well, nothing to see from the interstate. The word “sightseeing” should refer to what can be seen within the inter-cities, not from the Interstate. We weren't even able to see the rivers due to all of the tree's and bushes that were overgrown along the Interstates. But, we did have quite and experience.
After getting off the interstate and onto a wicked winding road and up a hill with a 10% grade (which means very, very steep) we delivered to an old shooting range. The conservation department was using fertilizers and mulches along with other soil medications to rehabilitate the soil that had been polluted with lead from the ammunition used during the time that the land up there was used for a shooting range. Everyone should extend a hand of thanks to our conservation departments.
With that done, keeping in mind it was Friday, July 2nd, we were informed by our dispatch that our re-load could not be picked up until Tuesday, July 6th. Wow! That is basically four days off with nowhere to go because we are in a semi and really can't go just anywhere we wanted so we ended up camping out at a truck stop and let me tell you it was Nasty. I guess I survived because as it is I am writing this. So, after doing all of the laundry, cleaning the truck , the dog and ourselves we proceeded to get absolutely stupid. Yes boys and girls, lets not just hang out and behave ourselves, no we have to get in as much trouble as people our age can possibly get into and so we headed to a bar. What a great bar we found. O'Neill in Binghamton, NY just a few steps from the truck stop. Inside this wonderful Irish Pub and Sports Bar we found some incredible people. Jim, the owners brother and bartender has one of the best personalities of anyone I have ever met that bar tends with a smile every second. The clientele were ages that ranged from 21 to possibly 90 yrs. Old and very family oriented. No one could go to this pub and not have a great time and feel like you have just been welcomed into a great family. These patrons and owners “know no strangers”.
The only drama that I experienced was an incredible compliment from a twenty-six year old handsome man. Remember, I am forty-three. This man complimented me so much that he actually had the nerve to ask my husband if he would share. I loved it. Yeah, for me. I guess I was quite impressive. Why is it that so many young men chase after us older women? Later it did cause a little upset for my husband when the man actually came to truck and asked again. I hope my audience is bent over laughing hard because I did but, not so much for my husband. The next day proceeded in a fight between my man and I. The fight was more probably more about needing to get away from each other than anything else. We have been together 24/7 for months. This will happen to couples who take off together in a truck to “truck” around the U.S.A.
O'Mailly's took very good care of me and let me make a idiot of myself crying in my beer and dancing alone like an insane woman on their dance floor to get my frustrations out. This might have been one of those “You had to be there” moments to be ripping a gut laughing but trust me, it was gut ripping funny. Jeff, my wonderful husband made me sweat it out for five hours, in which I called my best friend in the world and swore that he must be dead in a ditch somewhere from being mugged. Not true in this little town in New York. I was finally rescued from my pitty party by my husband who proceeded to attempt to get me to the truck, half carrying me and half dragging me. I think my drinking days are over. They lasted a whole twenty-four hours. In short I think it proves that even in New York, small town America's for the most part are safe and full of good folks. Thanks Binghamton, NY.
I hope this blog leaves you laughing and until next time.....
HAVE A DRINK ON ME.
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