Chapter 43: Cincinnati, Ohio
August 23 , 2014
The Lime Camp Martini: 6 Parts Vodka, 1 Part Campari, 1 Lime Twist.
Again, Frankie let me borrow her Fusion to drive from Erie, Pennsylvania to Cincinnati, Ohio for Tuck’s funeral. I plotted the trip online and determined that it would take five hours to drive by taking Interstate 71 to Interstate 77, which would lead me directly to the western side of Ohio. I also calculated that it was approximately three hundred and forty miles, one way. If I left at nine in the morning, which was my plan, I could get there by two in the afternoon.
It was a tough drive, I admit today. No, it was grueling and comprised of tears and loneliness and bedlam within the folds of my f****d up and grieving mind. All I could think about was that first evening when
