Rosie and Me: Day Two

A funny thing happens when you leave southern climes and head north in the month of October.

It gets chilly. Brisk. A tad cool.

Freakin’ COLD.

This was the (quite beautiful but freakin’ COLD) sunrise this morning in Corbin, Kentucky, which last time I checked was in the sunny south and has no business getting this cold in October. I mean, we’ve just put out the Christmas decorations in the store, for God’s sake.


I spent the last two Saturdays in Athens, Georgia, sitting high up in the stands in Sanford Stadium, watching the ballgames but also marveling at how little clothing it takes to cover some people who like to show off their tan lines, tattoos and curvaceousness. I sat there, baking in the late-September sun, getting those odd colorations that are part farmer’s tans and part stupidity, the not-so-symmetrical bright red patches on arms and earlobe that don’t scream GO DAWGS as much as they do GO FIGURE. Yes, I got burned toasty two weeks ago, and I’m still peeling from that little scalding. Last week, I remembered the sun screen.

Up here in Indiana and Illinois, people were actually wearing clothes today. I mean, real live pants and shirts and sweats and hoodies and shoes and things that cover you up and keep you warm.

And it was not only cold, but it was windy. I mean, Red rover, red rover, blow Rosie right on over kind of windy. Combine the Rosie-rousting winds with the cold and you might as well be in Canada or something. I went by some fool power company guys that were trying to work on power poles in that gusty wind and they were swaying up in those buckets to beat the band. “Upchuckets”, I christened them in my head as I zoomed past them.

Along I-65, I came upon a midnight clear, that glorious….Oh, sorry, wrong post…

I actually came upon a windmill farm, one of the most beautiful and surreal things I’ve seen in a long time. These very tall and very alien looking blades on stalks were turning slowly but steadily, grouped in tens, dotting the landscape on either side of the road for miles and miles.


Did you know that there are at least two million eighteen wheelers in the United States? Yes, and 1,999,982 of them were on the very same interstate I was on today. WEIRD.

Did you know that of all those eighteen wheelers, a bunch of them are Fed Ex trucks? FedEx Ground, FedEx Freight, FedEx Multi-Modal. They all look the same to me, but what do I know. I was COLD today.

The highlight of the day was meeting my friend Jordan Grumet (@jordangrunet on the Twitter) for dinner at TTOWA, a wonderful Korean restaurant in Arlington Heights IL, in Chicagoland. This is one of Jordan and Family’s favorite places, and it was indeed wonderful. The owner served up a meal all on his own (no ordering by us at all, just sit back and enjoy and eat) including wings, ribs, seafood soup, and a fabulous dessert of green tea ice cream and little fried Korean doughnut things that also had red beans inside.

Jordan and I talked about love, life, writing, the Internet, the state of medicine right now, and enjoyed each other’s company “IRL” (in real life) for the very first time.

All in all, it was a day of travel and food and conversation and fun.

Tomorrow, I meet my friend Diane Misch MD for brunch, sightseeing and chocolate (yes, she knows of a neat little chocolate store within walking distance of where we’ll be) Then, it’s back on the road, heading to to Minneapolis and then due west, making our way to Seattle by the end of the week.

Good night from Chicago.


4 thoughts on “Rosie and Me: Day Two

  1. Doc, when you have time, I missed the part about how Rosie got her name. Are you, perhaps, Charlie Allnut and does Rosie tremble like Katherine Hepburn used to? Your public wants to know. Watch out for “The Hawk” in Chicago!


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