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My Bus Ride to… More Bus Ride: Part One Week!

28 Dec

December 28, 2013

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from June 1, 2008

I left Lafayette High School about a half hour late. I was traveling to Boston on a bus with thirty-four well-behaved kids. Their only problem was that, on the whole, they didn’t speak much English. I also knew only a couple of their names and some of them I’d swear I never even saw them around the school before.

I wasn’t alone. It wasn’t even my trip. This was a group of kids in a Saturday program that goes on educational trips. The program was run by Liz and Maria and they were on the bus, along with Ray, a para.

This was supposed to be a college tour. On Friday we were going to Boston, where we’d have dinner at the Hard Rock Café, then check in at the hotel. Saturday was college day. After breakfast and checkout, we’d drive to Boston College and walk around the campus and see the library, etc. Then we’d take a tour of Boston, have lunch, tour Harvard University,  (excuse me, Haavaad Univuhsity), and drive back, stopping in Connecticut to see Yale University and have dinner. Simple!

This turned into the Bataan Death March of Bus Rides. By the end of the trip I had compared the bus to those refugee ships that got out of Germany just before the war started. Don’t get me wrong, I had a very fun time, but even before we got to Stamford we were discussing which kids we’d eat if it were the end of the world.

I took the front seats on the passenger side. Liz had her usual spot in the seats behind the driver. Maria camped behind her and Ray was behind me. In fact, even know as I type I have a hard time looking to my left and not seeing Liz. We spent about 13 hours on the bus out of the whole 32 hour trip. That’s about 40% of the trip, making my time with Liz one the more significant relationships of my life. Even at lunch, where did she sit? On my left.

We were well-prepared. There was water and juice, and even sandwiches allegedly personally made by the Principal. But this being New York, of course we hit a glitch- traffic. So we left late, became later due to traffic, and then made an unexpected stop for gas somewhere in Connecticut. (This stop may have been made up by the driver just as an excuse to get out and pee.) This made us even further behind schedule.

We got back on the road. We’d been talking, laughing, and joking, and even though the weather was overcast we were in good spirits. We were probably all a little tired, but not much. It came as a little surprise then when, at some point on the ride, Maria wondered aloud “what would we do if it was the end of the world and we were all that was left on this bus with the kids?”

Up to this point I really had no intention of blogging this. It was all going to be a nice relaxing trip with a good bunch of kids and some people I like. The only notes I wrote were “pay credit card bill,” etc. But when I heard “what if it was the end of the world?” my blog-ears perked up.

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Anyway, we were just outside of a gas station in Connecticut when Maria came up with her apocalyptic question.

Well, we were all, um, taken aback by this. More accurately, we all thought she was crazy. (In fact, we all know she’s crazy. But this one was far out even by her standards.) She had some idea of all of us writing this story. (I pointed out that I’m not a writer and got the reaction I expected from Liz) and we actually discussed what would we do. OK, Maria discussed it and we all went along on her crazy-ride. Of course, we’d have to turn the bus around to get back to Brooklyn to find Liz’s daughter. Maria was worried about the kids on the bus. They’d look to us for guidance. I pointed out that if the end of the world really came while we were on the bus, I was no longer a DOE employee and it was every kid for themselves.

Someone said that, if the end of the world really did come, and we were stuck on the bus, far from home, with 34 ELL students, then we may have to eat the kids to survive.

I’m really not sure which of us said it. It may have been Liz, but I am very afraid that it may have been me.

So that’s what we discussed. Which kids were too thin and would be thrown off the bus. (Chicken Wing would be the first to go.) Which kids had enough meat on their bones. Who would be dinner and who would be lunch. And we discussed what we would say to the parents. (“That was a very tasty daughter you raised. What did you feed her?”) We were sure we would be well-within our rights to eat them: Liz had permission slips! I’m sure that I read, somewhere on the bottom, that in the event of an emergency the parents give us permission to eat their children.

This went on for, I’m sure, twenty minutes at least. And while we were cracking up and divvying up the kids into meals, not one of them said anything to us. Oh, they heard us. Many of them even understood us. But none of them said a thing to us. I think they were afraid to. And for the next thirty hours or so, we would go back to this topic again and again. This is what happens when you put me and Liz and Maria together.

So the slow ride to the end of the world went on and on and the day became night and we all became tired and the wheels turned and the driver drove and we went on and on and at some point we realized that we were over an hour late for our dinner reservations. We were scheduled to be at the Boston Hard Rock Café at 8:45. Somewhere close to 10:00 we wondered “our reservations were for when?” So Liz called the Hard Rock where the girl offered to “rock her world” and Liz, rather than taking her up on what could have been a very interesting offer, merely asked about our reservations. The girl put her on hold and when she came back, said that she’d “do her best” to seat us. As the driver pointed out, Friday night at the Hard Rock should be pretty busy.

It wasn’t. When we got there around 10:30 the place was empty. Seriously, it was about 85% empty. It was a lot of loud noise and overpriced food. (The Hard Rock Café’s motto: We promise you, the rock and roll customer, loud music and overpriced food. And they live up to it.) The kids sat in tables of 2 or 4 or 5 or 6, and in true ELL fashion, they rearranged the tables and seats. Don’t ask me why, but they did that all weekend. We went to the Hard Rock, they moved the furniture. We ate breakfast in the hotel, they moved the tables. I would have loved to see them in action at McDonald’s where the tables and chairs are bolted down. I bet they still would have tried. (And speaking of furniture, some of them wanted to bring a table with them to the hotel. I bet they were looking forward to moving it all around the room, taking pictures with the table by the door, then the table by the window, in the morning light, etc. What is with these kids and tables? It must be a non-English speaking thing. This is why we were looking forward to eating them)

The Hard Rock was fun. Ray had a corona and was disappointed that he couldn’t go out and drink more. Liz had a Margarita something-or-other and stopped at one (by the way, she sat on my left) and Maria and I had soft drinks. OK, Maria with a few drinks her scares me so I was glad she didn’t drink. Liz could have been really interesting with a few in her. Me? I didn’t need one. I was singing along to Green Day (Which song? Warning. “This is a public service announcement this is only a test.”) so you know that I was in a good mood. I even bought a Hard Rock t-shirt, so if I was willing to lay out $30 for what was basically a long sleeve tee I had to be happy.

So dinner was going along, and the kids were in no danger since we were full and not inclined to eat any of them, and eventually we noticed that the driver hadn’t returned and no one knew where the bus was. We got off the bus a block away from the place while we were stopped in traffic and Driver Raymond said he’d find a spot to leave the bus. After we were in the restaurant (OK, I know, it was the Hard Rock. I have a lot of nerve calling it a restaurant.) he popped in and told us what to order for him and went back to the bus. We had one kid who had nowhere to sit (and apparently no friends on the trip) so he was going to sit with the driver. The driver never came back and it became his job to protect the driver’s rapidly cooling food from the other hungry kids. We had no idea where the driver went. Liz called the driver’s cell but got his voicemail. (If Liz was calling to ask him what he was doing after the kids went to bed he’d have answered in a heartbeat. He was that kind of player.) We looked outside the window and saw another bus and wondered why our driver just didn’t park behind that bus.

So Liz and I went out to look for our bus. You may have noticed, or you will, a trend of me and Liz doing things and pairing off Ray and Maria. This was not accidental. First of all I like Liz and consider her a friend, not just a work friend, second of all Maria can be, um Maria, and thirdly, screw Ray. He and Maria work together all the time anyway (Maria: “Raaaaayyyyy.”) so it was a natural. Plus I think Liz and I wanted to be around the kids less than Maria did. Hell, the Indian kids henna’d her feet on the bus. There is nothing as good as leaving responsible kids alone, at least until the end of the world comes and you have to eat them. (When will that joke become old? Sooner than you think.)

Liz and I walked all over. We circled the place, walked around Faniel Hall, walked this way and that, that way and this, and returned to the Hard Rock only to find out that the bus we were looking at all night was our bus the whole time. (I know you saw that coming, oh Patient Reader.) Liz had the name of the bus wrong and I didn’t know it at all- hey, I knew it was big and white, give me a break.

We got back on the bus and felt like it was all just a great big tease. (Not you, Liz, the trip. Ha ha, it’s a joke, I’m so dead.) We drove almost 6 hours to Boston, got  out and went straight into a generic Hard Rock, walked around the market for almost ten minutes (during which Liz and I were offered carriage rides, violin serenades, and asked to donate to some kind of charity) and saw one of the best place’s to eat, Durgin Park, right across the street. All this time to a great place and I was in a rare mood, and I had to get back on the bus for what turned out to be a 35 minute ride away from Boston to the hotel. (As I look back on it, better for Liz, because if I got her on a carriage with some liquor in her….)

So we were back on the bus and I knew we were staying outside of Boston but I had no idea it was so far. Lowell is about 35 to 40 minutes outside of town. I really felt like I was cheated. Here I was in a town I love and with people I like for only an hour and then I had to leave. Hell is sort of that kind of tease.

We rolled into the “city ” of Lowell and I was all motor mouth. On and on, yada yada, about how if Lowell is a city then so is my ass, they’re about as big, and even funnier stuff. Or at least it seemed it was funnier, hey I was tired. I am from New York, and in all seriousness, Lowell may technically be a city, but they have a lot of nerve advertising that fact. The center of town was a flashing yellow stop light and a Dunkin’ Donuts.

We were scheduled to be there at 10:30 but actually arrived at nearly mid-night. The hotel was nice. So nice that I decided to be a pain in the ass. On the phone, the woman promised Liz there would be cookies waiting for us. (Again, here is a woman coming on to Liz, even going so far as to bake her cookies, and nothing comes of it. Nothing!) So after Liz got the keys, I started ball busting about the cookies. Really, I was out of town, tired, and having fun. Who cares if a hick from Lowell has to suffer? But I got the cookies. I think she spit in mine.

We got the kids to their rooms where the immediately moved the tables, and went to the room I shared with Ray. (I waited for a knock on my door all night. Maria never showed.) Nothing went on with Ray. We were in (separate) bed and asleep almost as soon as the door closed. It did occur to me, sleeping across from a strange man, what a gay town Boston is, with neighborhood’s called North “End” and “Back” Bay.

Next morning we got up and breakfasted. The kids were amazed by the ducks and, after moving around the tables, ran out to take some pictures of the rather bored looking bird. Seriously, there was little they didn’t taker pictures of. All the way up there was not a bridge, truck, tree, or blur that didn’t get snapped. It is really too bad film is gone or Kodak would have made a fortune.

We left the hotel (late) and it started to rain. Maria, the weather Queen, guaranteed that it would stop and hold off until at least three o’clock. She was sure. She knew. She would do it.

Eventually we got to Boston College. “Eventually” because we had some trouble finding it. And by “us” I mean “Driver Ray.” Let’s call a spade a spade- he didn’t know where he was going. The highlight was when he made a u-turn across trolley tracks on a very narrow street. Well, we were over an hour behind schedule, didn’t know where to enter the college, and Driver Raymond had no idea where the Museum of Science (our next stop) was, so we cut BC off the list and moved on, driving 35 minutes back to Boston. “Kids, if you look out the right side of the bus, you’ll see Boston College. Everyone see it? Good, we’re going back to Boston.”

That was the first of the about 5,097 colleges we saw on the tour. Pass by MIT? Check, we saw it. Stamford School of Advanced Auto Repair? It counts. See that billboard for CSI? That’s good. Hey, that car has a bumper sticker for Louisiana State University. Put it on the list. Did I say that we were a little punchy?

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We got to the Museum of Science pretty much on time, and they had, inexplicably, a statue of Red Sox outfielder Carl Yastrzemzki. (No, my head didn’t just hit the keyboard, that’s his name.) It was here that Liz and I found (and survived) the Total Perspective Vortex.

From Wikipedia: The Total Perspective Vortex, in the fictional world of Douglas Adams’s The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, is the most horrible torture device to which a sentient being can be subjected. Located on Frogstar World B, it shows its victim the entire unimaginable infinity of the universe with a very tiny marker that says “You Are Here” which points to a microscopic dot on a microscopic dot.

The machine was originally invented by one Trin Tragula in order to annoy his wife. Because she was forever nagging him for having no sense of proportion, he decided to invent something that would show her what having a sense of proportion really meant. Unfortunately the shock of being placed in the Vortex destroyed her brain, but Trin Tragula’s grief was tempered by the knowledge that he had been right and she had been wrong. The Total Perspective Vortex had proved that in an infinite universe the one thing sentient life cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.

 Liz and I stood in front of a model of the Earth. We pressed a button and a tiny lit up, with a sign reading “You Are Here.” Next was a model of the solar system, with a tiny light and a sign, then the galaxy, then finally we stood in front of a 3D model of the universe. I pushed a button and a tiny light came on with a sign reading “You Are Here.” I was prepared to die, happy, but luckily, my mind survived and Liz and I moved on, safely away from the Total Perspective Vortex, to the famed Boston Duck Tour.

END OF PART ONE
PART TWO HERE

American Chopper: Senior vs. Junior: The Settlement

29 Aug

August 29, 2011

When last we saw American Chopper, OCC and PJD built dueling Cadillac bikes and it was left to the fans to vote for the favorite. Was anyone surprised when the vote was about sixteen million to one in favor of Paulie? Probably no one but Paul Sr. who did nothing but talk crap about his son all season.

As of August 27th, the auction has ended and Paulie won 146,916 to 10,413. I don’t know how Senior will spin it but he got his ass kicked. No matter what else happens this week, I expect him to still say that Paulie’s bike sucked. The real winner was the charity getting that the bikes are being auctioned off for. The high bid for Senior’s bike is $51,000 but Paulie has more than doubled him at $113,000. Any way you look at it, Senior got his ass kicked.

This week the commercials have been teasing a possible resolution in the war between father and son. Paulie still has 20% of OCC and Senor wants it back. I just hope we see more of Mikey’s wonderful “art.”

The show began and guess what? They ignored the big cliffhanger. That Cadillac Build-off they hyped all last season? Done and forgotten. Wanted to hear Senior’s reaction to getting smoked? Too bad.

The hype in the show’s tease was “The day everyone has been waiting for has arrived. Senior and Junior finally sit down to settle the lawsuit that has torn the family apart.” So of course, when the show started instead of that it began with OCC and PJD getting new clients. PJD got Fist technologies, who make biometric starters (meaning only those whose fingerprint matches can start them)  and OCC was hired by Hard Rock.

Even worse, at 6 minutes in we got Jason Pohl saying “gee-tar.” He smiled like he made a joke, and bless his little brain, I’m sure to him it was funny.

But it wasn’t that long until Paulie began talking about the settlement and he has one demand, he wants the Black Widow bike. On the one hand I think OCC wouldn’t want to part with it since it was one of the bikes that made their reputation, but one the other hand Senior always says they are so much better nowadays so why would they want a link to the past, especially since it was made mostly by Paulie, whom Senior always says is a lousy designer? Interestingly, Senior said “he wants his… uh our, Black Widow bike” so maybe deep down he knows it was all Junior. And surprisingly, he agreed to let Paulie have it. 

Interestingly, they spent more time than usual on the builds, almost like they did in seasons past. Recently the bikes have taken a back seat to the drama, but since Discovery ignored the drama of the Cadillac Build Off (and pissed off the fans who wanted to see the outcome) maybe they are going back to the bikes. And that’s good because it gives Rick Petko more screen time, and he seems to be the only guy at OCC who knows what to do and better yet, he knocked Jason Pohl’s designs as nice on paper but unrealistic to ride or build, and one thing I can’t get enough of is knocking Monkey Boy. But we all know if it comes down to Rick or Jason, Senior is going with the one who kisses his ass more.

Jason came out to the floor to complain about the bars and the guys changed it based on his word because- well, I really don’t know why. They should really know best what works, right? But they let Jason decide. At least go to Senior. I guess they know how much Senior loves his puppy. That got Rick unhappy. “What goes on paper isn’t necessarily what is going to happen in real life.” That left Jason unhappy.

As for PJD, they are continuing to work without a blueprint or design and Brendon (who has complained about this in the past) still had to ask Paulie what he wanted down with this and how he should do that. But Paulie is still creative and when the biometric starter- a little finger scanner- arrived, he decided to mount it in the gas tank. (Outside, that is, not inside.)

The Hard Rock bike ended up being an all black frame and tank with a chrome seat in the shape of a guitar. The neck stretched over the gas tank and almost up to the bars. It was nice but take that off the bike and it could have been any bike for anyone. For a bike with a Hard Rock theme it could have been better. From the side the guitar was hard to see and while it was nice, it didn’t say Hard Rock. In my opinion it is a nice bike but it missed the theme.

The Fist bike was all red, black, and chrome and looked good. The bio-starter was right in the center of the tank and it looked like a tough bike. Fist doesn’t have the big image like Hard Rock so there were no expectations, just the use of the new technology. (By the way, wasn’t it Senior who bragged about the new technology in their bikes?)

But for anyone who wants proof that Senior is a liar, here it is. Remember when OCC went into foreclosure and Senior and his lawyers blew it off as a business move? Well due to the foreclosure Senior is considering moving back to the old shop where he first started, since he is in financial trouble and he owns that place outright. Too bad the roof collapsed in a storm. But due to the foreclosure (which Senior said was nothing, remember?) he is forced to find a new shop.

And for the record, we are 45 minutes into the show and they still have not gotten to “the day everyone has been waiting for… Senior and Junior finally sit down.”

After a commercial break, Senior unveiled the bike at the NYC Hard Rock Cafe- and thank God the goofy OCC band didn’t play- and then they got to the settlement, with 10 minutes left in the show. Actually, they got to talking about the settlement. Paulie and Mikey talking to each other in Paulie’s kitchen doesn’t really count as a settlement.

And then at 9:51 they went to commercial. But at least it was an American Chopper commercial, showing that everything you expected in this episode will be in next week’s episode. We’ll see. The commercial showed Paulie in the OCC store looking at the Black Widow bike and Senior talking crap about him. Of course.

With five minutes left in the show Senior and his lawyer arrived in the conference room and awaited Paulie. (Insert your own “Paulie is late again” joke here.) The lawyer says it is all a matter of just signing some papers and it is all over. Paulie and his lawyer arrived- with three minutes left in the show- and father and son actually shook hands and half-embraced. With two minutes left Senior signed, then Paulie signed, and it was over. Senior and Junior shook again, both smiled, and it was over. Total and complete boredom and anticlimax.

Honestly, it was an average show. Last season ended with drama, this one started with none at all.

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