Travels with Harrison on 12/21/2020
We two have been traveling and dining companions for over a year now. No trip has ever been the same, even if the place traveling to was driven before. Travels were such on this day as we found ourselves heading to Crisfield, MD. On this day, as are most, we headed first on a trash run. As we depart the house through the garage, I notice numerous tied trash bags and paper bags with recyclables sitting at the base of the slalom course that serves as a ramp for Harrison and his walker. I’ve often wondered why it’s not called a wheeler, as it’s something you wheel along in front of you.
Harrison is forever in amazement with the recently built Round-About which graces the intersections of, Camden, Riverside, Carroll and Mill streets in Salisbury. This section of roadway always leads to conversation about the Netherlands and that countries many roundabouts. Harrison’s father emigrated to the United State from the Netherlands back around the turn of the century. This time last year we were in the Netherlands as well as a host of other countries in the general area. On one day’s trip from Garmisch, Germany to the Netherlands we hit Austria, Switzerland, Lichtenstein and France. Most of that trip while traveling through the Alps was in a snow storm.
Let me get back to our trip to Crisfield. At five miles outside of the city we notice a combination bike and walking trail all paved and running parallel to Rt. 413. With Harrison being eighty eight years young, and me only ten years behind him we pass on parking at the beginning of this trail and choose to drive into town. With age comes common sense.
We drive around town, check out the waterfront and hit a few neighborhoods. There has been a lot of rain the past few months and many properties not usually waterfront, are now so. There is not a whole lot of high ground on Maryland’s Eastern Shore, especially in Crisfield, The Blue Crab Capitol of the world.
There were few restaurants open on this cold dreary day so we settled on a McDonald’s. With a Cheeseburger being my partners favorite meal of choice, how could we go wrong. Well folks, let me tell you, it was not to be a Cheeseburger, no sir, not on this day. A big old sign said “Back by popular demand, The McRib sandwich.”
If you never had one of these, wear a bib, old clothes, get plenty of napkins, wet paper towels and look for a shower near by. There was enough Sweet Baby Ray’s likened sauce on this baby to float a small boat, or at least a Gator. The two of us made a contest out of who would win the sticky finger, shirt, pants contest. Harrison won this contest and yours truly came in a close second. Thank you Lord for the bountiful backpack with wet naps in it. This is something not to order if eating in your vehicle.
We took a circuitous route back to Salisbury while avoiding main roads. I’m forever requested to turn onto a road after I hear “I wonder where that goes?” It was another adventure that would fill a page in the Journal I keep daily, especially my days with Harrison. I would get my buddy home safe, we would give his beloved Sylvia a recount of our day and especially our McRib adventure.
On this date, our last in the infamous 2020, I have only a few pages left to fill in my Journal. I remain vertical, as does my wife and all those close to me. Mask up my readers, be safe and I’ll see you next year.
Happy New Year
As The Rooster Crows 
Harrison sounds like alot of fun and your adventures are surely noteworthy! Happy New Year!
He is that.
Once again…I love your report!
Thanks Aggie. Were this some years ago I’d be writing of ToTo. Ruth, Kitty and the Piano player.
You have a marvelous adventure on many days! I love the way you write about Harrison.
I included a traffic circle in the Netherlands in my post today. It was fascinating to watch traffic whirl around it.
Love to both you and Mary Agnes and Happy New Year!
It was good to see a post from you today and learn of your latest adventure with Harrison! I think I’ll pass on the McRib sandwich. The last time I had one, it gave me horrible indigestion.
Well, don’t get me started on the roundabouts. New Hampshire is very fond of them, and Vermont has begun to follow suit. Having traffic in two lanes going in four different directions with the ability to cut you off with no warning is very dangerous. ‘Nuff said on that subject.
You must be getting good enjoyment out of your new bird feeder. Birds are endlessly fascinating creatures to watch.
Take good care, and Happy New Year to you and your family!
New Jersey had them (roundabouts) for many years, I learned to drive with them and never had an issue. (STOP) No, do not stop, Step Toe On Peddle, gas that is, and GO. Like you said, NUFF about that. B, BE, BEE SAFE, and 21 has got to be better! Happy New Year my friend.
Ha ha, exactly so!
HAPPY 2021 NEW YEAR FIDDLER’S
MASK READY
The best in 21 Paula.
as always candy land man, fun to read your post. Wish I could meet Harrison, sounds like a hoot. Hugs to you and all your gals.
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Happy New Year, let it be Worthy.
Hey Lee, I was reading some of your older post to catch up on you. I saw the one about your 1st dog coco the brown poodle and hunting in Burlington County. I was with you on your hunting trips as well as a lot of great adventures. It made our parents crazy. Glad to see you and family are doing so well.
She was a good bird dog, just had to carry her across the water. Have a great Black Standard now, Ben. You me and Worrilow did a lot of hunting back in the day. Mother passed, sister Robin on the space coast, Megan N Virginia. Send me your email. The best to the family.
Maybe this will work? I know most of my attempts fail Happy New Year! I always liked visiting Crisfield during my years on the Eastern Shore Got to be 80 myself last week and doing pretty good Did I tell I am going to be a great grandma in April? Hope 2021 is good for the Allen and Eden and everyone There🤟
On Thu, Dec 31, 2020 at 2:16 PM As The Rooster Crows wrote:
> elfidd / The Rooster posted: ” Travels with Harrison on 12/21/2020 The > above bird feeder was a gift from my weekly companion, Harrison. Harrison > was insistent I accept the gift of this bird feeder as it will help me > remember him. I assured him, that for a host of reason” >