|Iowa, report #1.
||[Jul. 6th, 2000|10:49 am]
Here is my 1st-in-a-series life-in-Iowa report:|
My mom's mom loves to cook, and loves even more to feed us, even after we've already ate tons. She's always offering food and trying to make us blow up. It's good food, too, so it's hard to resist and I think I'm eating too much. I'll have to watch it.
My mom's dad is cool.... he collects and rebuilds old cars and tractors. He was showing us all his stuff and it's just amazing how well they're rebuilt and painted. He's letting me drive his old classic red convertible while I'm here. The car is incredible; I didn't want to drive it in fear of crashing it, but he forced me. It drives so weird ... steering wheel is all loose (can't feel the road) and there are no power brakes. Best, it only gets AM radio stations which only play oldie music, so it completes the image that I'm back in 1950 here in Iowa.
Beer. Everybody tells me where the beer is. I think once you hit 14 in Iowa, you're prime for drinkin'. My mom is quick to jump in, "he doesn't need the beer!!" Heh.
My dad's dad is doing well ... he was having problems earlier in the year (he's been a chain smoker for as long as I can remember, then some).
I'm going to drive down to my dad's parent's house in a bit and help them build a new fence. First though, I have to research some tractor serial numbers on the Internet for my grandpa. Heh.