Monday, March 9, 2009

Monday gone

It was warm again this morning, but the skies were dark when I first took the dog out. Surprise, we had an early Daylight Savings Time. That meant that Sunday morning came way too early and that when it came time to get up and start the day, the day wasn't waiting for me.

On the other hand, the day drifting longer than previously so that when Cindy and I ended our little errand with the Chinese Restaurant and returned with our supper, it was still quite light outside.

The economy is still drifting down like a leaf in November. We are past the time when the leaves are pretty on the trees. Now they are brown and crusty and sometimes they linger on the tree and let us know that the tree is dead.

I know that companies and businesses come and go and many of the businesses that I remember from my youth have been gone for a long time. However, these days I seem to take note of some of those companies and businesses more accurately than normal.

I was never much of a fan of Circuit City; however, they are now gone after sixty years of business. Of course, Lums has been gone for some time, limited down to one or two restaurants in South Florida. You don't see any Howard Johnson's restuarants anymore. Those orange and blue roofs are no more. You don't see many Holiday Inns on the highways. I distinctly remember staying at Holiday Inns all over the south when I was young.

I remember stopping at a Holiday Inn in Manchester, Tennessee, on our way from Atlanta to Clarksville, back in the days before I-24 was completed between Chattanooga and Nashville. I used to love stopping at Holiday Inns. There were simple ones and fancy ones, depending where they were located.

Maybe Kate will get to see that old Holiday Inn in Manchester when she goes to Bonaroo this summer. Something tells me the place they celebrate Bonaroo is not as pristine as the fields aroung Manchester were back in the early 70's.

But I am looking forward to sunny days when we can go fishing and enjoy the morning. It would be nice to find a spot in North Georgia and spend the morning trying to coax a little trout to the surface, then sit around the cabin with a glass of wine and a steak, watching the sun go down behind the mountains in the west. That sounds relaxing.

Speaking of relaxing, why am I still awake? It is 11:47.

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