From: cochran@spam.rtp.dg.com (A. Jing Hippy)
Subject: ObLigations
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 92 13:42:31 GMT
Organization: A Suffusion of Yellow

So, after much whining and actually getting away without it for several
years, I succumbed and went to the spouse's family reunion last weekend.

The list:

Peeve:  The flight down.  Flying peeves have been done to death in this
forum, so I'll just condense it down to the fact that the entire trip was
made through thunderstorms, making it impossible to read, draw, or even
do the crossword puzzle in the airline magazine. There were also no fewer
than 4 screaming children on the plane.  The weather got so rough that the
flight attendants had to sit down, just when they were two rows in front of
mine so that I didn't even get my ObPeanuts.

Peeve: Getting my carry-on stuff X-rayed.  I sketch a bit, and had my 
equipment in carry-on bag (never can tell when the urge to draw something
might strike).  Anyway, I had all of my pencils in a *metal* box just a 
little larger than a shoebox.  They waved it on through and didn't even
blink at it.  I could've had grenades in it for all they knew.  It was
very comforting to me.  Why bother to look at them at all?

Peeve: My schedule. Arrive in Atlanta at 11:30 PM. Sleep. Up at eight to
drive to the thriving metropolis of Ocilla, Georgia, and from there to 
Albany, Georgia.  Check in. Go visit the relatives. Back to the hotel. 
Shower. Dinner with the relatives. Sleep. Up at eight. Go to the uncle's
place of business to pick up 4 tables, 20 chairs and 2 coolers full of ice.
It was already 95 degrees. Set up the grounds.  Spend the next several
hours reminiscing with a bunch of people that I've never met (ObCit:
Steve Wright). Clean up. Return tables and chairs. Back to the hotel.
Shower. Dinner. Sleep. Up at eight for a final meal with the relatives.
Drive back to Atlanta. One hour before *my* mom wants to have dinner
with us. Dinner with my relatives. Back to the in-law's house. Sleep. Up
at eight to go to the airport.

!Peeve: A much smoother and quieter flight home.

!Peeve: The wildlife in south Georgia. We saw foxes, raccoons, deer, more
squirrels and possums than we could count, and lots of really pretty hawks
and eagles soaring.

Peeve: The wildlife in south Georgia.  Bees, gnats, mosquitoes and ants 
(oh my!).

Peeve: The heat.  God it was hot.  "It's like Africa-hot. Tarzan couldn't
stand this kind of hot." (-Neil Simon)

EchoPeeve: Didn't get to hook up with Mr. Berbenich at one of the best 
bookstores on the planet, as we had planned.

Peeve: South Georgianese.  "Then" is two syllables.  "Albany" is pronounced
"ALL-benny". The past tense of the verb "to eat" is "eat", as in "Golly
Gomer, you done eat 6 of them ribs!" A "pillar" is not what Samson pushed
down, it's what you lay your head on at night.  The list could go on forever.

!Peeve: Even though my mom is from that part of the country, I don't talk
that way.  Yes, I have a pretty thick southern accent (I'm told), but you
should really hear these people talk.

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|Dave Cochran, Data General Corporation, RTP, NC   |
|cochran@dg-rtp.dg.com                             |
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|A young Scotsman of your ability let loose upon   |
|the world with 300 pounds, what could he not do?  |
|It's almost appalling to think of; especially if  |
|he went among the English.                        |
|                       -Sir James Matthew Barrie  |
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