My Friend Rodney

I met my friend Rodney (Rod) today as I was about to head back to my hotel room. I was really looking forward to the hour drive.. alone.. with my music when Rod asked me if he could drive with me. Crash. There goes my hour alone to just relax.. to speed.. to go anywhere by myself. I had a very bad attitude about the whole situation.

So we got in the car and headed onto 83 east. We talked about the usual..work..school..family. But then we started having really good conversations...mostly about traveling. He had some really good stories and not only knows a member from Fleetwood Mac but also a really famous author (Steven E...crap I just blanked on the last name but he died about two years ago and one of his books has a connection to Saving Private Ryan). Anyways he asked me to drive him to the bank and as I was about to head back to the hotel he asked if I wanted to go to Olive Garden...umm...hell yeah! Its the first meal I've had in 3 days. (Red Cross Volunteers diet consists of coffee coffee COFFEE!!) So we got dinner and it was so amazing I thought I'd explode.

Rod has skin that almost looks like someone molded him out of wax..he has droopy little brown eyes that are shielded by silver glasses. He has gray/white hair a slight over bite and a round belly. He has an Italian wife and loves her cooking. They travel everywhere together.

.....my friend Rodney.