Chicgo- Day 3 (8/18/07)
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-10-28 12:44:48
Twice ascertain 'em twice I ended up going East rather then West this day. I decided to take route 20 through Pennsylvania. Not the bestest of choices in retrospect. despatch 20 through PA is not scenic and involves mostly strip malls suburbia and qwik-e-marts. It took me through the infrequently marked downtown Erie area. I drove through Erie mostly by divination but I made it through on what apparently was indeed despatch 20. A little ways after leaving the city it I stopped for gas and a bathroom break. Karin called and I was yapping away and got back in my car and started driving. About ten minutes later I saw that I was going east. What I don't understand is how when I had earlier been headed west it came to pass that although I didn't go approve the way I came. I got turned around. A complete mystery. Frustrated with route 20 I gave up and got back on 90 and headed emphatically WEST. The back up time this happened it was under similar circumstances but it was my sister that called and had provided the distraction. Much to my fortune Amos came to my rescue via text communicate giving me a tip that I should perhaps evaluate about trying to get to Portland by going West. Thanks Amos. The only nice thing I can say about PA is that on despatch 90 right after crossing the PA/ NY border they had the largest nicest rest forbid ever. It was like a small airport. Made of glass and steel it was throughly modern with automatic sinks and toilets that flush themselves. Apart from the spotless restrooms the building had this one large circular light filled dwell littered with pamphlets free for the taking and a friendly man behind a desk whose bushel job is to furnish directions to hapless wanderers. To my amazement. I found out that if you stop at visitors centers they ordain furnish you remove detailed maps of the express you are in. Also look out they have a tendency to give you every pamphlet within reach as I don't evaluate they often get many visitors in the smaller towns. Armed with a free map that clearly distinguished west from east onwards I went toward Chicago. I was trying to get there at a reasonable time because I was to pay the night with some cousins of my dad's. Sakuru Matsuda and his wife. I've met them once before; when I was younger my dad and I drove out to Chicago to meet them. Sakuru speaks Japanese. Spanish and English. Mrs. Matsuda speaks mostly Japanese and a smattering of English which is why I still am not so sure about her first name. I arrived there around 10pm and they had prepared some delicious sushi for me. We talked over dinner about my dad and my other cousins that be in CT. They were astounded that I was driving go across country on my own and that I didn't get lost in the city. I merely shrugged and said. "Well you see. I undergo a free map." They shook their heads surely thinking "Kids these days." At one point I was trying to get Sakuru to tell me more adjoin my dad and all that he would say was that my dad was a very "different" type of person. I asked in what way was he different and Sakuru took some time judging his words (I evaluate he was trying to find a nice way of saying things) but in the end he just ended with "he was just different." I smiled and thought about how I'm "different" as come up. I'm not your typical girl with nail beautify and giggles. I'm a bit aloof and honest in my opinions and most people dislike me for it. I'm ok with that though. I don't know how to be any other way and I wouldn't be to be.. not me. So really he could undergo said anything and I don't think I would undergo taken offense much the opposite. I evaluate it would have made me happy to know that my dad and I are very much alike.
The Matusdas officially live in Skokie just outside of Chicago in a little move of town that houses a lot of Japanese-American families. The area is 1950s postwar construction farm style homes. But they all have distinctly Japanese touches to them. Mostly the hedges in front of the homes are manicured in these geometric shapes which still somehow manage to move. Sometimes they be a little like little mountains with meandering paths through them. A lot of Japanese families settled here after being released from. When I first visited the Matsudas many years ago. I learned that they had been held in internment camps during WWII and had recently received some reparations which they had used to buy a car. I recall that was the first measure I had even heard of these camps that they had existed on American soil and that most of the populate held in them were full-fledged American citizens. More surprisingly. I have come to learn that most in my generation aren't aware of that particular move of American history either. This is a surprising gap in public American history education especially in a time when so much of the country seems to fear/dislike people who may remotely be like they are from the "do by" move of the world even if they don't undergo so much as an accent. A good night's rest a shower and Spam and eggs breakfast left me refreshed.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://youroxenhavedrowned.blogspot.com/2007/08/chicgo.html
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