Traveler.......hmmm I didn't think to label myself that in that this is the first time I ever tried to take a job away from home since around 1982+-. I hitch hiked to Fort Scott, Kansas and went to work for Midwestern Distributors. That didn't last. They ran teams and they paired me up with two different drivers. One's dream job was to a hit man, the other was allergic to soap. I bought a clunker and drove home. Had I stuck it out I could have become the lead driver and have more control over who I worked with. Boy that was in the way back machine.
My other unusual job was working in the hold of an offshore dragger. I threw-up 5 out of 6 days. It started as soon as cleared Montauk Point. I thought I was going to die of dehydration but I didn't. Grape soda pulled me though and made the vomit taste good.
I wasn't much use and didn't sign back on when the boat came in. Where that boat was docked was only 15 minutes from my home. The guy I worked with carried 3 knives. When I asked him why, he say he was a felon and couldn't carry a gun and he signed on the boat to avoid a court date. One thing I have to say is that guy earned my respect as well as the rest of the crew. Once they got to the fishing grounds they worked 2 hours on, 15 minutes off for the 6 days, round the clock except for the 10 or 11 hours of travel time each way. They where tough.
Today I went to Fishkill. I found a farm on google earth and figured out who owned it. I cold called him; told him what I was looking for and he was agreeable and was invited for a face to face. He showed me where I could park, where the electric and water hook ups where, we came to a price. I had privacy, a dug farm pond for 15 beef cows, weathered farm fences, old stone walls..... The closest thing to perfect I could of hoped for. I told him after I got an official start date, I'd get set up. He offered to level the spot with a machine but I suggested I would be just as happy to shim it with sections of planks; no need to disturb the ground that way. He got all my info and I drove my wife and mother over to where he said I could be. I was SO happy. Then it happened! Before I got out his very long driveway the cell phone rings. He said his wife objected to my living there for the duration of the job. In a very polite way told me I needed to look elsewhere. I didn't see that coming. I knocked on a couple other doors around town but no one seemed to be home. Shucks. (There is a minced oath for ya.)
It was about time to eat so I found Daddy O's restaurant and before I could put in the order I started feeling nauseous. I told them (my wife and mother) to eat, I was going out to car and lay down. I told my wife to get me when they where done and I would bring the wheel chair in for my mother. Time passes and my wife knocks on the window. "We are ready." I was feeling worst but brought the wheel chair in and helped my mother into it. I then had to just get out without a word, without her. I made it out the back door and ALMOST across the driveway to a brushy area. I spewed on the go!!! What a mess. It was ugly. I got cleaned up and asked my wife to drive. She had not driven in a couple months due to her surgery but she did OK. I lost it again before the 84/9 interchange in the car. I told her eyes straight just before letting go, into a bag. Too much fun. Got home around sundown and went to bed and here I am, grossing you all out. I wish I had some grape soda today...
Tomorrow is another day.