I got the A.M.E book as I was then ready to go. Dad told me to go downstairs; Matt and Westin were about to be here. It was almost 8:00. I stayed downstairs, reading the Redwall book. A knock at the back door. I said as I opened the door, "Long time no see, guys." They laughed as Mr. Matt and Westin came in. I said to sit down and make yourself comfortable, that Dad would be down in a minute. As I went upstairs to tell Dad that they were here, I felt the awe and quiet of the house. I asked Dad if he was ready and he said a few minutes. I took the guys upstairs, and we all sat in the den. He asked if maybe the girls (Julia, Elise) were ready to leave with him back to his house, and asked if they were awake. I said that I had heard them talking, but only raspy whispering. He went to check on them and then said that Mrs. Deedee would come later to pick them up. So we waited in the den longer. I said to Mr. Matt that he could leave, we would be going in a few minutes. Still no Dad. I jogged upstairs to see what was the matter, but Dad said he got it all under control. What under control? Hmmmmmm.... Anyway, I went back down and described the dealership a little to Westin, saying there was nice folks and that there was some stuff to do. I heard the jingle and loud steps of Dad. He came down, coffee in his hand (in a cup, of course), explaining he spilled coffee from a mug on his computer table, it being full, and it made a big brown circle by his bedside. He was in the darkness when it happened. Oh dad, clumsy silly dad. What will you do with him?
We got downstairs though, and apologized to Mr. Matt for the wait. We then got the computer bag and some other stuff Dad had, and went down the back stairs to the car, and it was a long way. We put some stuff in the trunk of the Chrysler 300, and put my computer case in the middle of Westin and I. I was planning to blog on the way. That decision would present some difficulties. Mr. Matt said goodbye to us as we moved his vehicle, and then started up the car. Dad said that Westin would love Lineville and the people at the dealership. He said it was a small town, and that at the Dealership we could get to drive in cars, talk to the salesmen, do chores, and discover spots and run on the hill. Fun can come to you in Lineville. You just have to be creative. Don't get me wrong, it's a very fun place. If you make it fun. As we drove in Roswell, seeing local landmarks, going down Alpharetta Highway and seeing the paint store, we stopped there for a second, to get one of Dad's computers. We soon were back on the road, through Roswell and seeing different businesses. Then it was to Atlanta, and we saw Six Flags, the King and Queen (Atlanta skyscrapers if you are not from the area), and the Westin Hotel, a rectangular big hotel with my friends name on it. "You have a hotel!" I joked. Funny.
But we went through Atlanta and Buckhead, pretty soon getting on a highway, although I forget which. It's one that goes out of Atlanta. Anyway, as we talked and Dad said funny cheesy things, I also looked at the Ask Me Everything book, and took out the computer, making it come on. Too bad for me, I could not hook up to a wifi, and could not get online, and so I tried to do it on Word. And I typed a little about Christmas Day, but by that time we had gotten to a place called Douglasville. Dad told me to pull up locations for a restaurant called Martin's, and we got the address for the one in Douglasville, where we were close to. We had not eaten breakfast yet that day as we passed by the Chattahoochee River and that area. Then we entered the little town. Dad described Martin's, that, among other things, the best biscuits in GA(or in America), and that the parking lot was filled every morning. And as we saw a small blue and yellow building with sign and other stuff on a hill by many businesses, that statement rang true. For five or more minutes we tried to get a parking spot in this small place, and even saw an old antique blue car, and many many people in a drive through, as well as an ample amount of people sitting down in tables. I put my computer up, hoping it was not to be stolen. That would be bad.
So we walked in. It was basically like any McDonalds or Burger King, except it was blue and was more of a breakfast place than fast food, without the play thing for the kids. Some little tables. Big wall and counter, and big line, and lots of people, all around. Westin and I both got large sausage and egg biscuits, one each. I went to the restroom and on a wall of a urinel was a sticker that said "Hi my name is" and then a name I can't really put a word on. Oh well, I thought you might care. I just needed to put it in to remember it later. Anyway, as we got four milks (two each) we sat down at a table in the middle of the room. Rednecks, farm people, truckers, and townspeople all connected there. Not a table was vacant. Not one. The biscuits were flat, but very hot and warm; they melted in your tongue. Although they were good, the milks were hard to open. Dad opened them eventually as we talked of different things, also eating. It was a good time, and I was very full afterwards. We then left. And drove off. More computing, Westin on my phone playing a game called Fruit Ninja. Computing. Book. Then we got into more of the farm country, with cows and farms, fields and forests. Talk drifted to hunting, and then memories and old times. Westin enjoyed the time, I believe. He was good to be with, and was funny and nice. We stopped at a gas station, and stretched. We kept seeing Fire Cracker stuff, including big buildings and little shops. Westin wanted to get some, for New Years Eve, you know. He didn't have any money to buy it with though. Too bad.
Weird landmarks seen, like discolored cows and knocked down trees. One cow was like beige, with spots and other things. Very bony and thin too. We asked Dad what time we were to get there, and saw deer as we went through forests. It was cool to look around and see these sights, and I enjoyed the time. Listening to country music, seeing nice road- by spots, and just talking one last time with my friend Westin. We then got to where we were in Alabama, and Westin called his dad to inform him. Then we got into the town of Ashland, and saw the police station where a girl made me lie, the county seat and square with the trees, the Piggly Wiggly and then to Lineville, a little spec of a town, with shops and stores, country farms and a library, some other things. Then on the outskirts almost by the dealership we went to Dad's apartment, and he went to the restroom as we stopped inside there for a sec, then leaving for the dealership. Before we went down the long drive onto the road I pointed out to him the old abandoned house, and also the farm behind it where my dogs Rocky and Emma ran around with cows. I told him the whole story. Then we drove away, about at the dealership. All of a sudden we saw the big hill up, all the shiny new cars, the flat building with car port, and the little restaurant right by it, and the field on the far right of the building, the rocks and jeep on top by the road, the little dirt hill on the far left, the sign saying Chrysler Dodge Jeep Chevrolet Clay County Automotive. I was excited as we pulled up, going through the lines of cars. Cavin and some other people were on the car port, and Cavin jogged to the car as we stopped to a slow. The window was pushed down. Cavin said the dealership was going really well, and Westin was introduced. "Hello Westin," he said. He then left as we parked in the back entrance, through Dad's office. But Westin and I decided to go in the regular way, the front entrance. We left all the stuff in the car, to get it later. We walked up, and were about to enter. This was to be the beginning, of a great day.
TO BE CONTINUED...(See : Westin and I's Excursion to Lineville, AL Part 2)
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