Scenes from the road.  A barn… on a backroad…

A tree at Ye Old Tavern Inn…

Grandma K in her hot wheels! 

Today, we decided to go on an outing.  A Sunday Afternoon Excursion.  The destination we set upon was Yellow Springs, and our plan was to have a movie at The Little Art Theatre…. you know the kind of movie… with subtitles and all.  After the movie we were going to have dinner out.

The best laid plans.

We left the house right on time, and embarked on I-70 West.  I like to drive when the speed limit is 70 m.p.h. or more.  I like to go fast.  Anyway… we were zipping right along until we hit Brookville.  The Interstate Mavens had posted lots of signs saying there was a wreck ahead, and long waits were possible.

Brilliant us.  Let’s shoot off at Brookville and head up to Route 40… that good Old National Road.  Brilliant US.  Brilliant every one else too.  So now we were in bumper-to-bumper traffic on Rt. 40.  But I assure you… I-70 looked worse.

Then… me in my unending wisdom say… I bet we can keep going east on country roads… and make our way to Yellow Springs.  As it turned out… we had a nice Sunday drive in the country.  As it also turned out… it took us two hours to get to Yellow Springs and we missed the movie.

That was okay with me.  I am a slow reader…. and subtitles put me at a severe disadvantage.

As it went… we did a lot of walking around the Springs.. and shopping around the Springs.  By nature, I am not a shopper.  I like to know what I am after… go into a store… get it and get out.  But today was different.   They had good stores in Yellow Springs.  The kind that sells rocks, and things.

We were hungry early and ate a very wonderful lunch at Ye Old Trail Tavern.  (Built in 1827…. the first home in Yellow Springs.  And if you didn’t know, YS was called Forest Village in those very early days.   It is a great old log structure… occupied by Francis Martin Hafner.. and built from trees cut where the Tavern stands.)  I digress.

My cheeseburger and fries were OFF the CHARTS good.

Of course on our way out of town… we had to make sure Young’s Dairy was still in business.   It is.  They still serve ice cream too.

And on home.

I-70 was STILL backed up… 7 hours later.

Yet.  The most curious part of the day… was driving past a car on Wayne Trace Road… very near our home.  I am sure my Grandma Kronenberger was behind the wheel.  I don’t believe she drove a car when she was alive… but these days… she is tooling around Preble County in a Chevrolet Impala.

What does it all mean?  It means that time is like a bunch of feathers in a wind tunnel.  It all just swirls around at will… sometimes very fast… and sometimes in a soft drift.  And you never know where any one feather will land… or not.  That is the anomaly of time.