Evening star., 1946-05-01

ond day on the road and it has
been worse than the first day.
which was a succession of highway
horrors, and saw us creeping along
as if we were part of a funeral
cortege. The only things we passed
during the day were roads we
should have turned off on. Any
suggestion on our part that we
take a turn at driving was scoffed
at, Bill and Flo maintaining that
it was Just treat to be on the
road again, and that they both loved
to drive.
Today we did nothing but zig
gag from one side of the highway
to the other to allow Bill and Flo
to buy everything that was for sale.
They are convinced that anything
made and sold out in the country
Is not only a great bargain, but Of
infinitely better quality than any
thing to be had in city stores.
Comfortable, and How!
We were uncomfortable enough
when we left home yesterday, hud-
dleo together on the back seat
amidst all the luggage. coats. clothes
on hangers, thermos bottles, fash
lights, ETC., that would fit into the
luggage compartment. But you
should have seen us try to get out
of the car last night with the
days wayside purchases added to the
things we shared the back seat
with. Homemade jams and jel-
lies, tomato preserves, bag after bag
of pecans, hand-woven wicker bas-
kets. Even, so help me, one of those
alabaster f1amingoes that stands
three feet high. At one time Flo
was eyeing some rustic furniture
and glancing at the empty top Of
the car. IF they buy that swing
I am going to get out and start
swinging" Jean said as she shifted
some water melon preserves from
her lap to mine.
When they weren't stopping to
make purchases along the road,
our friends" were stopping to look
at historic spots along the road,
or driving up side roads to visit
more of the same We looked at
Civil War backgrounds, Indian
War backgrounds, graves OF un-
heard heroes. and we were invited
to disentagle ourselves from the
back seat to read plaques which
already had been read aloud to
us. and which contained such fas-
cinating tidbits as Gen. John J.
(Big) Hominy had his headquarters
here" and "Chief How-Come- YOU
Do-Me-Like- You-Do Do Do was
slain near this spot"
Nuts About Caves.
Flo and Bill are also nuts about
stalagmites, stalactities, and any
type of cave. Put up sign over a
hole in the ground where gopher
or rabbit had dug himself shelter,
and they would stop to examine and
'oh" and "ah" over it. They
dragged us into so many caves and
cavelike places that Jean said 1t
was a shame we hadn't brought
along our miners caps and picks.
To make matters worse, Bill
prides himself ON his knowledge
Of automobiles and what makes
them work, so we were forever
pulling to a halt while Bill made
repairs on the car. 1t is my guess
that he couldn't fix a yo-yo. much
less an eight-cylinder motor. He
has tried at least Is times to rid
the motor of certain whang-ping
sound, but it is still whang ping
ing. When I suggested we pull
into a garage and get mechanic
to take look at the motor, he said
that I was crazy-that he had been
fixing cars all his life, and what
was the sense of paying good mon
ey for nothing.
The lights Of Louisville will be
welcome sight. The minute we
hit the city limits we are getting
out of that internal machine and
catching a streetcar.
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