Winston's trip to the Big Pear

          Howdy, it's me Winston, and I have just arrived from a 168 hour trip to New York City, or as Ruth calls it "The Big Pear". Ruth grew up it New York City, and not the fancy uptown area, the real city. She was always hitting the pubs, cracking up the party arrangements, you name it.

 
     I always thought Ruth made the good kind of sacrifice by leaving the pear and moving into lovely Oregon, but the entire time, Ruth was counting the days. Apparently, I owe her a week of visiting the pear. I don't mind visiting the fruit, however Ruth's parents live right at the tip of Manhattan, Long Island.

  We went in the airport. I managed to fit everything in one luggage, Ruth though, didn't seem to have the same intention. Ruth brought four bags, not including her carry-on. Once we reached security, we had to TAKE OFF our shoes. So I made sure that I took my precious time taking them off.


Ruth: MY LORD Winston is a slow cow and takes 50 minutes to velcro his sneaks. And the security officers made me TAKE OFF my fanny pack! What the HELL am I supposed to put in a fanny pack? Diapers for Winston? Its just filled with my hip magazines. The plane is chill. Except Winston brought his desktop computer to the plane- t's in the same luggage as his panties! Well, food is coming-Winston gets cranky if he doesn't get his midnight snack. G2G!