Cross Country Jaunt 1991

Cross Country Jaunt
With
The Brothers Lebofsky

It was the summer of 1991, but you know this. Ben, the older of the two, is cooling his heels in Syracuse, NY. The last two years have been hard, a downward spiral. His woman had walked out on him a year ago, almost to the day, when he decided to ring up his brother, Matt, and suggest a novel way to spend the summer. Matt, sits idling, enjoying the bliss of summer in Binghamton, waiting for the Fall semester, three months away, to begin. Ben calls.

"Hey bro'."

"Who's this."

"Whatcha ya got going on? Nothing? Cool, what do say you and I drive my car out to L.A. and back? We can take our time, enjoy the sights."

"Uh, who is this?"

"I got it all figured out. The flight path, the cash end. You just pull a few hours behind the wheel."

"Man, I gotta go."

"Alright. I'll pick ya up Friday and we'll head out the next day."

"Uh, sure. Okay."

"Later." click.

"Uh..." click...

...Okay, you got me. It didn't quite begin that way, but it really doesn't matter. What matters is that they got in Ben's fire-engine red plymouth colt hatchback gl, and somewhere around July 1st, they began their jaunt, making tacks on I80 all the way to Chicago and beyond...