Skip to main content

July 1st Tallahassee Trip

Max, My Traveling Buddy
Are we there yet?
On the road again... Traveling up to Tallahassee to help daughter #2 this weekend, while daughter #1 house sits with the cats. The Labs are with the wife and I. They do love to travel.

Max likes to prop the end of his muzzle on the back edge of my seat and then snort in my ear. Must be his idea of a joke.

Max has been totem-poling since he came to live with us as a little guy of five months. Back then we traveled in the Sedona van. The girls were in middle school and they'd sit in the middle seats. Max (and dear departed Babe) would sit in the back. Babe would wiggle up to the middle between the girls, while Max would prop his head on top of either one of the girls. The girls thought that was funny and would laugh at Max and his antics.

Those days have long since passed. When we travel these days it's with a smaller group in the Prius. Ruby has replaced Babe, and Max is now a grand old man of 11. But Max still likes to play his little tricks. And I make a bit of a fuss over him in place of the girls.

The trip to Tallahassee started later than usual. I spent the morning mowing and cleaning up around the house and then getting the car packed. I tried to cram all the important weekend chores into this morning before we hit the road. I got it all done, including a trip to the bank, but it meant we didn't get on the road until after noon.

Normally it takes me 4 1/2 hours to drive from Orlando to Tallahassee. Today it took an extra two hours because of three major wrecks on I-75. The first one took place right as we pulled off into a rest area on the north bound side just south of the Ocala/200 interchange. As we were resting the traffic on I-75 slowed to a stop. We sat at the rest stop for 45 minutes. During that time I grabbed my E-3 with the 50-200 and strolled up to I-75 to see if I could spot the accident. I couldn't.

Traffic Jam Looking North

When I see the long lines of tractor-trailers just sitting and idling, I have to wonder how much fuel is burned up and wasted not just on I-75 but around the state and the country. We waited another 15 minutes at the rest stop, then drove up to I-75 and into the traffic to sit 15 minutes more until it finally cleared and traffic started moving again. The nice thing about the Prius is that it will shut the engine down when it's not moving, conserving gas.

On the way north we passed to more major wrecks between Ocala and Gainesville. One of the wrecks involved an overturned SUV on the south-bound side. The section of I-75 between Ocala and Gainesville seems to have more than its share of major accidents. In all the years I've driven up and down I-75, I've never seen any other major accidents, and I've been living in Orlando since 1985. My reaction when I see one is always the same; concern for the victims and a twinge of fear that the girls might one day get caught in something similar.

Traffic Jam Looking South

Mr Roboto Tokyo Grill

We finally arrived at a local Tallahassee hotel about 8pm, checked in, watered the Labs and left them in the room to head over to meet our daughter for a very late supper. Tonight we headed over to Mr. Roboto's Tokyo Grill.

It's a local restaurant, and out daughter strongly believes in eating local whenever possible. She and the wife have been there before, but I hadn't. My wife orderd hibachi mahi-mahi over fried rice and I order hibachi chicken over fried rice. I was introduced to the sauce bar by my wife, which added a nice touch to a very good meal.

It's a typical college restaurant. It was a little strange to see all the college-aged kids sitting around. And it was fairly full, even at 10:30pm. At certain times and places like this I really am beginning to "notice" my age I guess.

I've got my work cut out for me this weekend. So much for a 'holiday'.


Max taken with the Olympus E-1 and Zuiko Digital 12-60mm.
Traffic jam photos taken with Olympus E-3 and Zuiko Digital 50-200mm.
Mr. Roboto photo taken with Olympus E-P2 and OM 28mm 1:2.8 w/MF-1 and DMW-MA1 adapters.


  1. Just found your blog and it is quite a find. I appreciate the previous post on the Olympus, and this one is particularly touching with the story about the children and the dogs. Thank you for the insights and the straightforward approach. Truly appreciate it.

  2. You're welcome Nacho. I try to keep it interesting.


Post a Comment

All comments are checked. Comment SPAM will be blocked and deleted.

Popular posts from this blog

A Decade Long Religious Con Job

I rarely write inflammatory (what some might call trolling) titles to a post, but this building you see before you deserves it. I've been seeing this building next to I-4 just east of Altamonte/436 and Crane's Roost for nearly 12 years, and never knew who owned it. Today on a trip up to Lake Mary with my wife I saw it yet again. That's when I told her I wanted to stop by on the way back and poke around the property, and photograph any parts of it if I could.

What I discovered was this still unfinished eighteen story (I counted) white elephant, overgrown with weeds and yet still under slow-motion construction. It looks impressive with its exterior glass curtain walls, but that impression is quickly lost when you see the unfinished lower stories and look inside to the unfinished interior spaces.

A quick check via Google leads to an article written in 2010 by the Orlando Sentinel about the Majesty Tower. Based on what I read in the article it's owned by SuperChannel 55 WA…

Be Careful of Capital One Mailings

Capitol One ("What's in your wallet?") sent me a bit of deceptive snail mail today. I felt sure it was a credit card offer, and sure enough, it was. I open all credit card offers and shred them before putting them in the trash. Normally I just scan the front to make sure I don't miss anything; the Capital One offer made me stop for a moment and strike a bit of fear into my heart.

The letter's opening sentence read:
Our records as of December 30, 2009 indicate your Capital One Platinum MasterCard offer is currently valid and active.Not paying close attention during the first reading, I quickly developed this irrational worry that I was actually on the hook for something important, but I wasn't quite sure what. The letter listed "three ways to reply" at the bottom; via phone, the internet, and regular snail mail. I elected to call.

Once I reached the automated phone response system, the first entry offered was '1', to "activate my Capital …

cat-in-a-box channels greta garbo

So I'm sitting at my computer, when I start to notice a racket in back. I ignore it for a while until I hear a load "thump!", as if something had been dropped on the floor, followed by a lot of loud rattling. I turn around and see Lucy in the box just having a grand old time, rolling around and rattling that box a good one. I grab the GX1 and snap a few shots before she notices me and the camera, then leaps out and back into her chair (which used to be my chair before she decided it was her chair).

Just like caring for Katie my black Lab taught me about dogs, caring for Lucy is teaching me about cats. She finds me fascinating, as I do her. And she expresses great affection and love toward me without coaxing. I try to return the affection and love, but she is a cat, and she takes a bat at me on occasion, although I think that's just her being playful. She always has her claws in when she does that.

She sits next to me during the evening in her chair while I sit in mi…