During the rise of Sarah Palin, I kept hearing about distrust of the media, the lame stream media. While they tend to focus a bit too much on the sensational for my taste - events that become major because a video exists documenting them, I prefer to use the major media to curate events and to help me separate the facts from the "facts." As we ate breakfast at the hotel, the TV reports were about the recent death of Carrie Fisher. As the reporters reviewed her accomplishments and the events in her life, a man sitting nearby repeating each one in a scornful voice. I wondered what he was saying - that she readily didn't do those things or that they weren't worth mentioning? Then the news turned to the hacking the Russians have done prior to our recent presidential election and what we were going to do about it. As the report reviewed all the evidence of hacking another man kept loudly repeating, "I don't believe it. I don't believe it. I don't believe it." It felt like everyone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed.
On that cheery note we got in the car and heeded south, zooming through Atlanta and making good time until we bogged down in northern Florida. The traffic regularly came to a stop for no apparent reason. We felt right at home. This is something we expect to encounter whenever we drive to Chicago.
We stopped off to investigate the RV facility in Orlando where we will be taking the motor home next week to get the slide repaired. Ken had read great things about their work and scary things about getting into the place. We verified that they are expecting us and pondered how we are going to get through their tight metal gates and thread out way through the jammed parking lot. Fun times lie ahead.
It felt great to be at our second home once again. It was so warm we broke out the shorts and sandals as we unpacked the car. We hear winter is coming on Friday. It's supposed to last one day. We can handle that.