It Doesn’t Get Any Better Than This

Twenty plus years ago, my very dear friend, Dianna, and I were walking the perimeter of the crowd that was beginning to assemble at Saratoga Performing Arts Center.  We arrived early to get a good spot on the lawn and it paid off.  We plunked down our cooler on our blanket to mark our territory and walked about to check out the scene.  The setting sun cast a tangerine glow over the crowd and the vendor’s canopies, intensifying the anticipatory mood for when Peter Gabriel came out on stage with Sinead O’Connor.  The excitement in the air was palpable.  Dianna looked at me and said, “It doesn’t get any better than this.”

It had a double meaning.  She was trying a Love What Is approach with me.  My love life, (I was entangled with Heathcliff of Wuthering Heights), and my job prospects, (I had graduated during the Reagan years with an English degree from a little known liberal arts school), were both equally gloomy.

I paused and looked at Dianna and said, “Yes, it does.”  Admittedly, we had a really good patch of real estate, front and center in the lawn section where we would have a bird’s eye view of Peter Gabriel.  But there was more to life than just good seats.  I was going to find it and prove it to her.

For the last twenty years, when either of us goes on a trip, we go out of our way to find just the right postcard and simply write on the back, “It doesn’t get any better than this!”  I started the tradition shortly after I met a charming geek and we took a trip to scenic Boulder, Colorado.

Fast forward to the present day.  I am in a drama-free marriage to that tech savvy geek who, just the day before this road trip, bought me a laptop and has me hooked up to his cell phone that I’m using to take pictures that I can post on the internet while we’re traveling 75 mph. See?

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It doesn’t get any better than blogging on the road and seeing this:

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This is the photo that sums it up.  We’ve got the quaint silos, nestled in green, rolling hills, framed by the cell tower in the distance and the geek in the foreground that made blogging from the road possible.   Look at this!  I can take you with me everywhere!!

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How do I concentrate with two kids fooling around in the back?  A little trick my fellow reporter-in-the-field, Christiane Amanpour, does when she’s reporting on the Iraq War.  Ear plugs. Duh.

Dear Dianna, It doesn’t get any better than this!

Love, Amy

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