It seems no matter where we live, some things are consistent. One of these is the local DMV, the dreaded faceless bureaucracy that controls our basic auto-driving American way of life.
Category: <span>Family Stories</span>
Today is America’s Day to spend just a minute or so reflecting on the many blessing of the past year, and spend another minute or so to pray for blessings to come.
Before Winnie and I head over to Uncle Joe and Aunt Linda’s house for Thanksgiving dinner, I want to reflect on a few personal blessing of the past year.
Ron Charest announces his multi-page story about moving from the Mississippi Gulf Coast to northern Virginia has been published. Linked to full-length article.
I haven’t posted any news for a few weeks now. We’ve been pretty busy getting settled down in our new home state of Virginia, and getting established in my new job. It was a stressful and tiring several weeks, but once again we survived.
Winnie and I just survived the most stressful event any married couple should ever have to face. No, I’m not talking about getting married then waiting two years to be able to live together. No, I’m not talking about one person traveling half-way around the world to live in a strange country speaking a strange language. No, I’m not even talking about living through the worst natural disaster in American history.
I’ve just successfully taught Winnie to drive.
After several weeks of phone calls, e-mails, and a one-day commute to Washington, D.C., it’s finally come together. I’ve received and accepted a position with a new company located in Arlington, Virginia. My start date is no later than October 31, so we have to move fast!
This past Friday I had a new and interesting experience – I flew up to Washington, D.C. and back in one day for a job interview.
I brought Aunt Rita back to the New Orleans train station yesterday for her trip back home. We arrived about 9:30, plenty early for an 11:55 departure. We said our goodbyes, then I left for home.
I had the day off but Winnie had to work, so I didn’t have any big plans for the day. I decided to take the long slow way back, picking up highway 90 (Chef Menteur Highway) just outside the French Quarter so I could see more of the city and coastal Mississippi. I’ve taken this drive in the past, but not since Katrina swept through.
Aunt Rita came in this past Friday for a week-long visit to Mississippi. She’s actually continuing a long tradition of coming in for a Labor day visit, and completing a visit she planned for this time last year.
Well, it was the end of another era for us. Yesterday, I sold my vending business, started just 17 months ago. But what a ride it was!