Move Your *bleep* Camper!

So 99.99% of the people I meet on the road every day are some of the nicest, warmest, most caring people I have ever met. Well, I just met the other .01%.

It started when I temporarily double-parked the Airstream on a street next to Hamilton Lake in Indiana. I checked with all the neighbors and everyone was totally cool with it parked, so I left it. It turned out it was cool with everyone – everyone except the one guy whose driveway was partially blocked by me. He came home absolutely blotto drunk and mad as hell that some “camper” was blocking his driveway. I believe his exact words were, “Move your *bleep* camper to a *bleep* campground where it belongs, or I’ll kick your *bleep* *bleep* *bleep*.” Apparently I wasn’t running quickly enough to move the Airstream, so he charged at me, chest bumped me, and yelled a whole slew of new vocabulary at me. It wasn’t until the other neighbors came out that he finally calmed down and let me move the ten feet to give him enough clearance to park. So, to you, kind sir, congratulations on making it to my blog. If only I could have snapped a photo of your svelte 300 pound frame to save for posterity. Aaah, good times!

The rest of the holiday weekend was absolutely perfect; tons of golf, sunshine, boating, grilling, and even a chance to try the new kayak. Thank you, Dan and Phyllis, and all the neighbors who let me use your water, electricity, and laundry! I will be back. And, Halle, don’t worry, there are no marriage plans in my immediate future!

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