Ah Bocaaaa...
This weekend we drove down to Boca Raton ("Boca"), place of everything new, clean, rich and "delicatesseny." For those of you "outsiders" a "deli" is a rather small restaurant that serves all kinds of sandwiches with chips or fries and pickles. A pickle is not one of those green dime sized tasteless wet things on your quarter pounder but a long lizard looking like thing usually cut in quarters that is juicy and bursting with sweetness. It is a perfect compliment to a tuna, pastrami, roast beef or tongue on rye with seeds. Yes, I said tongue! Ordering a Dr. Brown creme soda is the "Jewy" thing to do. That' s not a put down, it's very much a compliment. In the typical Palm Beach or Broward county deli, everyone argues and you have to be "pushy" - again to you outsiders that's aggressive - to get a decent table and any service. Anyway, along with my 20 year old son, we took the F-150 and shot down there at a constant 80 mph. We left at 7:45am after stopping at 7-11 to put in $75 which filled the tank and another stop to fill our stomachs at McDonald's. We got down there at 11am - did the family thing - and left at 7pm - across Alligator Ally up I75 and back home at 10:45pm - total trip miles of about 510 miles. We put in another $5o to fill the tank. I didn't have to drive a mile - just keep alert to the same morons and idiots that I usually watch out for OTR. Not being in a big truck was nice, having the ability to go in and out everywhere and not worry about our size. We even went into a rest area and parked in a big truck space just like the assholes of the traveling public. Just a few minutes ago I e-mailed my dispatcher that I'll need another day home and will be available (for now) Wednesday morning. I feel like I just got home. The time seems to be moving (unusually) faster than ever. Back over here on the (very much) "non-Jewy" un-Florida like West Coast, I told my wife that after 22 years of living here, we really need to move over and get our little piece of paradise. By the way, of course I was asked: "if you're a trucker, how come you don't have any tatoos?" And, both photos r from the Boca Raton Resort and Club web site.
This weekend we drove down to Boca Raton ("Boca"), place of everything new, clean, rich and "delicatesseny." For those of you "outsiders" a "deli" is a rather small restaurant that serves all kinds of sandwiches with chips or fries and pickles. A pickle is not one of those green dime sized tasteless wet things on your quarter pounder but a long lizard looking like thing usually cut in quarters that is juicy and bursting with sweetness. It is a perfect compliment to a tuna, pastrami, roast beef or tongue on rye with seeds. Yes, I said tongue! Ordering a Dr. Brown creme soda is the "Jewy" thing to do. That' s not a put down, it's very much a compliment. In the typical Palm Beach or Broward county deli, everyone argues and you have to be "pushy" - again to you outsiders that's aggressive - to get a decent table and any service. Anyway, along with my 20 year old son, we took the F-150 and shot down there at a constant 80 mph. We left at 7:45am after stopping at 7-11 to put in $75 which filled the tank and another stop to fill our stomachs at McDonald's. We got down there at 11am - did the family thing - and left at 7pm - across Alligator Ally up I75 and back home at 10:45pm - total trip miles of about 510 miles. We put in another $5o to fill the tank. I didn't have to drive a mile - just keep alert to the same morons and idiots that I usually watch out for OTR. Not being in a big truck was nice, having the ability to go in and out everywhere and not worry about our size. We even went into a rest area and parked in a big truck space just like the assholes of the traveling public. Just a few minutes ago I e-mailed my dispatcher that I'll need another day home and will be available (for now) Wednesday morning. I feel like I just got home. The time seems to be moving (unusually) faster than ever. Back over here on the (very much) "non-Jewy" un-Florida like West Coast, I told my wife that after 22 years of living here, we really need to move over and get our little piece of paradise. By the way, of course I was asked: "if you're a trucker, how come you don't have any tatoos?" And, both photos r from the Boca Raton Resort and Club web site.