The Final Countdown

Just reading the title makes you sing the song The Final Countdown performed by the group Europe doesn't it? Don't lie, yes it does. And, if by some strange chance you don't know what song I refer to I suggest you look it up and listen to it.

Ok....discussing the real final countdown there are only 10 days between now and the time I make my final 9 hour trip taking me by the Dog Track, Marshall Univeristy, around the West Virginia turnpike and through 2 toll booths to Fort Lee, Virginia.


As many times before I will pull in to the Lee Gate at 12:30 am where I will provide photo ID, vehicle registration, insurance and state my business. I will then receive suspicious and awkward looks by at least 2 MP's. They will then make their way slowly around the vehicle peering in the windows making me feel I have done something wrong or have someting to hide. I feel so uncomfortable and don't know why. The only thing I feel guilty about or have to hide is the occasional snicker bar wrapper.


Once they give you a look over they walk back to the window with the biggest smiles on their faces, hand you your ID and paperwork and say "Enjoy your stay at Fort Lee Ms. Boggs". I'm like - WTH? A few moments ago you were looking at me like I was a terroist and now your gonna be nice. Whatever!


By the way. Those toll booths cost $2 to get through. For real, $2! I remember when the toll booth was on the BG parkway it was only cents to get through. I think. Or maybe that's all I ever had to through in the direction of the bucket as I sped through the turnstile to see if I could run the light and make the buzzer go off. Those toll booth attendants really, really didn't like it when you did that. But oh well, I had an excuse. I was a teenager and didn't know any better.


BB finally comes home after being gone for 5.7 months. Or, 24 weeks, 171 days, 4,104 hours, 246,240 minutes. How ever you want to say it. It's not like I have been counting down the time or anything. I CANNOT wait!!!

Until next time - Rose Baggs