Road Trip With Cheddar Rabbit

As suggested by Bea, here are the pictures from our trip up to Ohio last fall; also referred to as the "Dammit Cheddar" series. We headed up to Ohio to see Velveeta Wingnut to exchange history information (see Family Dynamics Posts) and go shopping for Depression Glass (it looks so good juxtaposed against all the NC pottery, don'tcha know, and Ohiya is the place to go to find it!). Unbeknownst to us, Cheddar Rabbit had stowed away onboard. (He is called Cheddar because that's where I found him, in Cheddar, on our way to Wales, the year before last. Hey, his brother's name is Stilton - it could be worse!) Here is Cheddar, riding shotgun with Bea:
He's a terrible side-seat driver, says Bea. This is Cheddar sitting up on the dashboard, as we zip through Charleston, West Virginia. On the eve of leaving for this trip I came down with some heinous virus my youngest gave to me - hoof and mouth, or some such silly name - really virulent for a first-timer, and I was delerious at this point, so why not take some pictures? (Please note that Cheddar is wearing a TMNT (Ninja Turtle, for the initiated) samurai belt, because his boy, the Bohemian, thought it was a nice touch, before he left him in the back seat of the car...!)
We were starving, and in West Virginia, there isn't much to choose from; not along the interstate, anyway. We detoured off, looking for food-type substance and found this place. Bea actually thought they would have hotdogs. We made Cheddar wait in the car (for his sake, as well as for ours!) and went in. I ordered a beer, in a futile effort to blend, and hoped they wouldn't try to take us into the back room, which I was somewhat anxiously watching on a moniter sitting behind the bar, while Bea went to the Powder Room. It was very Pulp Fiction-esque- I kept waiting to hear, "Bring out the gimp!" Strangely enough, they did sell hotdogs, which weren't bad. so our mission(s) were accomplished (there was peeing too- very crucial) and we got the hell out of Dodge, baby.
This is Cheddar at an antique store in Beckley, West Virginia. I always find good condition Depression Glass, at a reasonable price, here, so I'm not going to tell you where it is - it's all mine, mine, I say! (Cheddar feels a little ashamed of the Tapdancer - Greed is so unattractive)
On the way back from Ohio, still deleriously ill, I took a blue million pictures of Cheddar with Pilot Mountain (or Mount Pilot, for you Andy Griffith fans) as a backdrop. I took that many, and yet you only see one, because Cheddar had gone all prima donna and wasn't staying still - hence, the naming of the "Dammit Cheddar" Series. The truck right behind Cheddar, in this picture that made it, was less than pleased with us, for blocking his way, while we shot this picture. Hold your water, old man - this is Art In The Making - all the more important for the Capital letters! There is a kick-butt Hardees just north of Winston-Salem, that I have to stop at every time I go that way. They are one of the best Hardees ever, in the world. I love me a Thickburger ya'll!! Evidently, so does Cheddar. Back, back! You rodentous creature of plush! That's my Thickburger - mine, Mine!!!!! (Think Daffy Duck, for inflection here)
And that, gentle readers, are the pictures of our brief foray into Ohiya. Notice that not a single picture was taken in Ohiya - like I said, I was ill and delerious for most of the trip. But doesn't Cheddar look like he had a most excellent time? In spite of being vilely ill, we did have a fun trip, in an epic saga kind of way. And it would appear, from the picture, that Cheddar managed to abscond with one of my french fries - Dammit Cheddar!