In a nudist park, everything is striped down, so to speak. As Tim observed, there’s no macho, no posturing. Your balls (and whether or not you have any) are out there for everyone to see.
On our first night, Tim starts closing all the curtains in the bus. I wonder why -- we’ve been nude, anyway, all day. He explains it’s because he’s going to cook, so wants to put on clothes without offending anybody.
Our favorite nudist has to be the maintenance guy, who walks around with nothing on but a tool belt. Every time he turns around, I nearly exclaim, “Hey! You dropped your…” Oops. Never mind.
QUEEN OF THE ROAD
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The True Tale of 47 States, 22,000 Miles, 200 Shoes, 2 Cats, 1 Poodle, a Husband, and a Bus with a Will of Its Own. Available June 10, 2008 from Broadway Books, an imprint of Random House
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About Me
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- Doreen Orion
- Growing up a Princess from the Island of Long (with no desire to be promoted to Queen of the Long Narrow Aisle, but I’m getting ahead of myself) I loved to write, but didn’t think I could make a living at it. So, what was a Jewish only child to do? Why, go to medical school, of course. Then, I met Tim, a fellow psychiatry resident. We’ve been together ever since, progressing through the all important M’s -- Monogamy, Moving in, Mortgage and Matrimony. And now, unfortunately, Motor home. But, I’m getting ahead of myself, again. Then, my first book was published. I started writing screenplays. I cut down my practice. I was quite content. Tim, working 60 hours a week, was not. His solution: a midlife career break, living in a converted bus for a year with our pets, traveling the country. “Why can’t you be like a normal husband in a midlife crisis and have an affair or buy a Corvette?” I demanded. “I will never, EVER, live in a bus.” Tim’s obviously the better shrink, for I've since come to this: I count among my greatest accomplishments that our bus was the centerfold of Bus Conversions magazine, thus fulfilling my lifelong ambition of becoming a Miss September.
Our Bus
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Haines Junction, AK
Brotherly Love on a Bus
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Morty and Miles
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They'd rather be driving
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Sunset over Lake Erie (if you knew me, you'd know it wasn't sunrise).
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Mt. Poodle
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Acadia National Park, ME (sunset, again).
I am the God of Television
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Project Nerd fixing the satellite TV...
... getting locked out of the bus and...
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... cleaning up after the fire and...
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... finally, finding his bliss.
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And a new bliss of mine, discovered on our trip... photography. This photo taken in Tracy Arm, AK.
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(One should always have more than one bliss, shouldn't one?)
Morty...
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...likes snoozing on the "dog bed"...
(although sometimes he lets Miles share)
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Which is more than I can say for me when he snoozes on my laptop.
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Only proving the Poodle is a bigger man than I. (In spite of the fact I ensured early on he was no man at all.)
(Which is why...
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... Tim usually tries to sleep with one eye open.)
Although, how could anyone be angry with that face?
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Either of them, actually.
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As for Shula...
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... if Miles has to hear one more toll booth operator say, "What a gorgeous cat!"
he will throw himself into the ocean.
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OOPS!
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Let's find him a good place to dry out.
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Death Valley during the "hundred year bloom." Nearby Las Vegas proves a lousey place for his parents to dry out. I mean, look at the crazy thing we did!
Elvis Has Left the Bus
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(Fortunately, neither of us ever plans to.)
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Available June 10, 2008
6 comments:
I still can't believe you did this.
He wasn't even wearing shoes?
Ok, he was wearing shoes. But, don't ask me what kind. I didn't notice.
Why no picture of him?
You want pictures of HIM? What are Tim and me, chopped liver?
On second thought, don't answer that.
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