The Appletons

Most of yesterday was spent getting from Nags Head to Virginia Beach. It was a two-hour ride, filled mostly with blogging and reading. We were going to Virginia, and Virginia Beach, of course, to see my mom's old friend Monica. They had been childhood friends, and have seen each other at reunions, parties, and even birthday parties. They are also Facebook friends, connecting on the net every day. In other words, they know each other.

As we were setting up camp and everything, putting out the grill (we had chicken and hamburgers), the tablecloth, cleaning inside, the Appleton's arrived. A bearded man with a kind face stepped out and so did a blond with a bag of vegetables. We later knew these to be, Monica and Bob.

Talking over dinner, Bob explained he was a retired navy engineer, who still worked on planes for the navy, as a civilian. He told us that the campground we are is two miles from the base (and sarcastically) "lucky us"! We get to hear and see little jets go across the sky... every few minutes! And the best part is, it goes on til 10:30.

Oh, and did they fly over! You would be talking about basketball or something, and then out of nowhere a jet would zoom across and drown out you're voice.

Conversations would be like: "Do you remember Cathy?" "Oh yes, I did re (plane sound) she w...(plane sound) cool." "What? Did you say she was a fool?" "No, I said she was" (plane sound).

Talking was hard. Even when the planes flew away, you would forget what you wanted to say because you were so agitated at the pilots. It was irritating.

Changing the subject, Monica is a music teacher. I played my guitar, and she guessed the songs. It was a fun game.

The night was fun and filled with conversations of my mom and Monica's days as kids. It was interesting to hear of mom's childhood. It was very cool.

As the Appleton's left, I crashed on Dad and Mom's bead without brushing my teeth, putting on pj's, or even saying prayers. I was more tired than a sloth.

In Virginia,

Andrew.