This past weekend we, the Family DeDay (not the whole Clan DeDay, just us, the family) hit the highways and byways (both) of this Great Land of Ours and saw some stuff. It was time for the Great Family Vacation. (Do not attempt this if you have a weak heart, or are susceptible to motion sickness. It’s really best if you do this without your actual family.)
Off we went, up I-74 to Indianapolis for a weekend of fun and adventure. The first adventure was getting there. Two hours on the road with a five year old and a two year old, yeah, that’san adventure. (Next time we’re dosing them down with Dramamine, or at least bourbon.)
Since Cincinnati is notoriously close to Indiana, we crossed the State Line fairly quickly. Indiana doesn’t hold any truck with messin’ with the clocks. They stay resolutely on Slow Time. Ohio is bustling into the Future, and we hop onto Daylight Savings Time without a backwards glance and all abandon. This would be Fast Time. So all weekend, we were an hour into the past. Didn’t see any dinosaurs roaming the Earth though. I think we were gypped. (Not to disparage Gypsy (or more properly the Rom) people. They don’t get to see dinosaurs either.)
Off we go for a weekend of fun and adventure. In a Hampton Inn. Hampton Inns have the most important things for a good Family Trip. An indoor pool, the Cartoon Network and a free Continental Breakfast. As far as the boys were concerned , the indoor pool, the Cartoon Network and doughnuts for breakfast werethe vacation. We also went to the zoo. (Note: No matter what you hear, the Indianapolis Zoo is NOT a reciprocal zoo with ANYONE. They will give you a discount on admission though.)
It was loads of fun at the dinky Indy Zoo. The day we went was Mennonite Day. That was something. Swarms of Mennonites were all over the zoo. I don’t think I would want to be a Mennonite. First, I can’t grow a beard. Second, I don’t think wearing hand-sewn polyester clothes would bring me closer to God. Any god. I’m not sure there’s a god out there who’s really hot to get close to shiny black hand-sewn polyester pants. Even with the snazzy suspenders. But I could be wrong.
I got really excited one time there at the zoo. I heard people talking about seeing the eldest son of the King of France. He was supposed to be putting on a show in about a half an hour. That would have been so cool! And educational! I was hoping for guillotines too. (Not with real peasants or anything, just straw dummies. Real peasants would be cruel. And hard to keep in stock.) (But easy to keep in the stocks! Ha!) (Sorry.) But the Indianapolis Zoo is kept in Indiana for tax purposes and the Dauphin Show was really just the Dolphin Show. We went to see it anyway. It was pretty neat. Even without the guillotines.
The whole trip wasn’t just for the exciting two hour car ride and a trip to the zoo. Nope. Saturday night we saw some friends that we haven’t seen for a bunch of years. That was fun. So it was the zoo and dinner. (The Olive Garden, we thought the boys would eat something there. Nope, wrong. But don’t olives grow in groves? Shouldn’t the restaurant be called “The Olive Grove”? Or is that just me?)
On the way home (hopped up on free doughnuts), we stopped in Greensburg. You know why. The Tower Tree. You’ve hear of it, it’s World Famous. That’s what it says on the sign: “The World Famous Tower Tree”. And we went to see it. In all the years I’ve driven past the billboard telling you about The World Famous Tower Tree, this was the first time I stopped. Dad never stopped no matter how insistently we asked. Oh, he said he would “some day” but he never did. I think that had a profound effect on my childhood. Wanting to give my boys all the things I never had as a child (not really allthe things I never had since I never had, say, polio) I stopped in Greensburg and saw The World Famous Tower Tree. It was very tree-like. Growing out of the top of a tower. The clock tower on the courthouse in town square. I took pictures. Then we drove home.
That was pretty much my weekend. There were a couple of other things worth mentioning. That I think is worth mentioning anyway. So I will.
Friday night there was a woman with a good attitude next door to us. At least I think she was next door. I could faintly hear her through the wall saying “Yes! Oh yes!” a lot. I think she was watching sports and her team was winning. I’m pretty sure her team was winning one way or the other.
Also, this weekend I was haunted by the spirit of Christopher Walken. Just the spirit, not his ghost, because he’s not currently dead. All weekend I was trying to remember his name. I knew it was the guy who pushed Michelle Pfeiffer out of the window to make her Catwoman, and Brendon Frasier’s dad when they were in the fallout shelter, and the creepy guy who was in a bunch of other movies. I knew who he was, but I couldn’t remember his name. It was bugging me all weekend. I was stuck on Willem Defoe, but I knew that was wrong. As we were nearing the State Line again coming home, I remembered his name, Christopher Walken, and my mind was at peace. Of course that could have been the Dramamine and bourbon.
-Rue.