The Perfect Song Blog

It’s 10 p.m. as I sit at my wireless laptop in a Days Inn & Suites, in Frostburg, Maryland.

Leigh and I started out this afternoon at 12:15 and arrived  five hours later. It  would have been faster without the construction on I-76 and I-68 in Pennsylvania and Maryland.  I’m giving the presentation to the University System of Maryland PR folks held at Frostburg State University in the beautiful Compton Science Center

Frostburg is a lovely old town laid out on a hill with restored buildings from the 19^th century.

When we checked in, I asked Leigh where the campus was she said, “The Acropolis is two lights down and to the left.”

“What’s the Acropolis?”  I thought this was a slang for the center of the campus.

“It’s a Greek restaurant that supposed to be wonderful,”  she said, reminding me how much she loves Greek food.  I shouldn’t have been surprised.  We found it on Main St..  The atmosphere was dark, peaceful, with wall drawings of Greek figures.  The cooks are Greek  The food subtle, fresh and authentic.

Driving back, a little old lady stopped in front of me and took a long time trying to back up into a parallel parking spot.  I slowly drove around here.  A pick up truck was coming toward me.  The driver was a type A dude with a big horn which he laid on hard.  He was probably in the right.  I shouldn’t have gone around here and I felt really stupid for doing it, but I think he was a little theatrical in his horn blasting.  Still it was a “cringe moment” (meaning I know I was wrong and cringe every time I think about it, and for the rest of my life I’ll never do it again).

Then I turned down a one-way street going the wrong way.

Fortunately an early evening fog was setting in and my white Taurus with the bright yellow “The Perfect Song” sticker faded into the mist so people couldn’t get on their cell phones and call friends and say “watch out for an idiot from New York State who drives around old ladies trying to park and then tries to escape by going the wrong way on our one-way streets.”

The fog was so bad  that  I gave up on finding the Frostburg campus.  We stopped at a Rite-Aid so Leigh could find a contact lense case because she’d forgotten hers.

I wandered around, listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival doing “Who’ll Stop the Rain” while looking at massage liquids.  There are too many choices anymore.  When “Who’ll Stop The Rain” came out in 1970, you had only Vaseline.  Creedence left the charts and K-Y jelly appeared.  Now there are liquids that heat up, make you tingle, and promise to make you think of Tahiti.

I don’t necessarily want to think of Tahiti when I make love.  And I don’t think certain body parts should have liquids applied to make them tingle artificially during sex.  Creedence wouldn’t have wanted them either.  Creedence is more of  the “Run Through the Jungle” type.  I think they would frown on any liquid that makes your wiener warmer than it’s supposed to be.

Back to our room.  Prepare for tomorrow’s presentation.  Answer emails.  Read.

Leigh and I sit in the Jacuzzi.  She likes it hot and I lose a lot of fluid sweating.

I wake up several times during the night, thinking, I suppose of tomorrow’s presentation.

I always get nervous before a presentation because, basically, it’s a show, and when you do a show, you put everything into it.

It’s a moment in time that you never get back.  So you give it all you’ve got.

More later.  Here’s a photo.