January 11th, 2009

krazy koati

Just like a piece of halvah

The hotel had something like a buffet breakfast, although they didn't have a restaurant or dining room or anything. Instead by the lounge they set up a counter with chafing dishes full of scrambled eggs, bacon, bagels, and so on, and let people just have what they would. That was fine for me; while we were deprived of the theoretical chance to make a waffle I never actually do that because that's just too complicated for me for breakfast. When all that was done we bid farewell to our brief exposure to Rochester and headed back home.

This amounted to a lot of driving down central New York State and Pennsylvania in a generally south-by-southeasterly direction. And for the most part this was unremarkable long driving except where the highways presented their own distractions, such as a part of Interstate in Pennsylvania marked off with road signs warning of New Traffic Pattern Ahead. How you get a new traffic pattern on a limited-access highway was left unexplained.

I ended up in the front seat, which I do prefer sitting in because it's always more comfortable than the back, although I'm not happy with how it was I ended up there. I was put in front because I kept getting choked by the seat belt in back, which had a habit of locking up whenever I did something to taunt it like buckling it, or breathing, or existing. I had complained about this before as it had come up on shorter rides, and my father said the Toyota people said the seat belt was properly installed; I invited the Toyota people to sit here and choke. After I suppose about a thousand miles of driving and choking my mother suggested I sit in front, which did leave me more comfortable.

My mother's college friend was able to sit in back without being inconvenienced, except when she wasn't able to open a small pack of Whoppers and handed it to me to work on. I did very well on opening it; as I pulled along the sides of the Tear here notch, the bag pretty near exploded, sending chocolate balls flying everywhere in the car. Some of them even stayed in the bag and so were edible. Others were being found up to a month later.

Trivia: Robert Watson Watt began the investigations which would result in radar to answer a January 1935 request from the Air Ministry in London to whether there was any truth to the rumor of death-rays sprayable from radio transmitters at aircraft. Source: Electric Universe: How Electricity Switched On The Modern World, David Bodanis.

Currently Reading: Tsar: A Thriller, Ted Bell.