Beth Visits America

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  • Come see what Beth's up to! She's living in her pickup truck (lovingly known as Tach), and rambling the byways and backroads of America. When she has money, that is. When she runs out, she stops and gets a job until she can drive on again. Stop in here, add your comments, and wish her the best. And heck, if you have a driveway, can she sleep in it?

Beth's 100 Things

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March 22, 2004



My favorite *driving* song is "Baby you can sleep while I drive. Just thought you might like to know that. And the southern woman had it right, those damn yankees are ruining the south. Just don't tell all my neighbors that.


not totally on the subject - have you thought about visiting macon? it's not terribly close to where i gather you are since it's right in the middle of georgia. but now is the time to see it, because it's almost certainly cherry blossom time. macon has more cherry blossoms than washington d.c., and in a much smaller area. as the blossoms get a little older, you can shake the tree branch and it snows little confetti bits of petal all over the place.

i went to high school there, and while i wouldn't recommend that experience i do miss macon in spring sometimes. i wish i could go there now and visit my mom.

just in case you're interested, the best place to go is rose hill cemetery, where they have the graves of two of the allman brothers (only one actually named allman) and a confederate cemetery, right by the ocmulgee river and the railroad tracks. the entrance is sort of tucked away right behind the greyhound station downtown.


being a snobby northeasterner myself and french on top of that, i think the entire rest of the country is crass and devoid of class ;-). san francisco's cool though.


I love that city of San Francisco. I was there, once, for 4 days. Never felt more like home in a strange city. Stayed 4 blocks away from Union(?) Square. Went to see a concert and decided to walk home...through the Tenderloin. Yeah, shit happens, I don't know why the nicest hotels are spitting distance from the lousy neighborhoods either. I will say that EVERYONE I met in SF was abbosolutely charming. From the conceirge to the drunk man selling me a socialist newspaper.
Where are you off to? Did I miss it in my blog-free zone?


P.S. How did I forget to mention that I found the Owl Bar on the way home from the Tenderloin. The only time I felt that some Grand Marnier fixed everything.

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