Heading North! Chapter 2

Those two non-corporate ordinary joes,Frank and Fletch, still without tickets but blooming with optimism, are gearing up for lift-off. Oj Frank, he the driver of that Winnebago sheet metal Queen Mary, has wangled a highway pass that allows us to drive (a car) to Whistler, thus avoiding all that petty bus hassle about no tickets – assuming we have a car and a place to park. Oj Fletch has wiggled himself into five days of a parking spot and will drive his SUV. So two ojs, one in an RV and one in a SUV – how’s that for environmental responsibility? Sen. Imhof would be delighted.

In Whistler? There is snow – plenty of it. And we learn it’s possible to ride the lift up and then get down alongside the downhill and super-G courses; just a lift ticket needed. Better (and cheaper) than scalped SRO tickets around the finish lines. And so the adrenaline builds….

Pin-head Fletch is pumped; he’ll be looking for Squaw Valley team pins, early (i.e., 1932)Lake Placid,maybe some oddball Nagano and Torino team badges. His trading material is at the ready.

Friday is D-Day. Assuming we remember our passports and get our rigs and wine through Blaine,while you all will be comfy on the couch watching opening ceremony close-ups and muting out NBC’s sappy commentary, we two ojs will be milling about in some smokey pub with a bunch of raucous, foreign drunks trying to hear what’s happening on the big screen in the corner --- and having the time of our lives.

Tune in again Saturday.