May 2003: Across the street from the Findlay, Ohio, motel where we stayed before my grandmother's funeral was this car lot with a towering inflatable figure. The deck was stacked against us for a number of reasons: the motel was uncomfortable, my dad didn't want to talk to anyone, and we had to eat at Applebees.
In the motel room I was shown a copy of the will and given an envelope with one of her necklaces in it. The envelope, not the will, made her death seem finally real.
That day I ended up sitting in the car for a long time, watching this figure dance silently in the Findlay breeze.
And furthermore, in Findlay there is no cell coverage. At least, none worth a darn.
All the geekboys (ok, me and a cousin-in-law...) were mightily disapointed as we tried to check email, voicemail, etc.
Posted by: Eric Sinclair on April 5, 2004 07:24 PMI hate those inflatable creatures. They look like they are gnashing their teeth and pulling their hair. I saw them the first time on television, used in some halftime show, they scared me.
Posted by: kathleen on April 15, 2004 10:02 AM