Feb 06, 2010
Mar 06, 2010
. I remember thinking as the three lane became a one lane "Not Again". When we pulled into the hotel at about 1:30 a.m. the three of us could not wait to hit our beds. After a good night sleep (for me and Jackie) Jackie was ready for her audition. Grandpa was grumpy and tired as he had been kept awake by footsteps above his room all night. Using my persuasive skills I tried to show him the error of his ways by reminding him the hotel was only one level. Upon our arrival at the Eastman School Of Music we immediately were impressed by the faculty and the facility. Some of the students we spoke with were enthusiastic about Eastman and it gave us great vibes. Jackie had a great audition and was impressed with the Clarinet professor. It was a good day and more importantly a snow less ride home. As I pulled into the driveway at about 11:45 p.m. I was comforted (not) by the fact I would not have to leave to take Jackie to her Boston Conservatory audition until 5:00 the next afternoon.
With ice still on the Jeep our sights were set on our next trip to Rochester and Jackie's audition at the Eastman School Of Music. Grandpa Al was game for another trip but Jackie and I could see after about 2 minutes in the car that he was still shot from the Peabody to NEC trip. Those of you who know Grandpa are saying "But he always seems shot". True, but there was a little something more (or less) this time around. Our strategic plans to leave the city about 4:30 to 5:00 in the afternoon paid immediate dividends as it took us about an hour just to get into New Jersey. Our fortunes continued as we hit traffic all the way through the Poconos where rumor has it people go to escape the traffic. Our first bright spot arrived with dinner at a diner in Scranton called "The Glider". My extensive research into where we could eat somewhere on the lost highway to Rochester had uncovered this supposed roadside jewel. We were not disappointed, in fact we hit this joint on the way back as well. With tummies full we headed into the heart of our trip. To our amazement and contrary to the usual dead on weather forecasts which fill the airwaves we once again found ourselves in a heavy snowstorm