I mentioned my love of the movie "Phenomenon" in my post here and although I'm a John Travolta fan since his Vinnie Barbarino days on Welcome Back Kotter, some of his movies touch me more then others. Another of those movies was "Micheal" which came out the same year as "Phenomenon".
In the movie "Frank Quinlan and Huey Driscoll, two reporters from a Chicago-based tabloid, along with Dorothy Winters, an 'angel expert', are asked to travel to rural Iowa to investigate a claim from an old woman that she shares her house with a real, live archangel named Michael. Upon arrival, they see that her claims are true - but Michael is not what they expected: he smokes, drinks beer, has a very active libido and has a rather colorful vocabulary. In fact, they would never believe it were it not for the two feathery wings protruding from his back. Michael agrees to travel to Chicago with the threesome, but what they don't realize is that the journey they are about to undertake will change their lives forever." Micheal agrees to go to New York with them but only if they drive...across America...and stop at every one of the "worlds biggest" attractions along the way.
My mother worked for the airline industry and I was very blessed and fortunate to be able to travel extensively as a child and young woman with my mother, however it meant traveling by air. We never got to do those everyone-pack-into-the-stationwagon-for-18-hours road trips like the Griswalds and every once in a while I get the itch for one. Of course at this point in my life it looks a whole lot more like "RV" then "Vacation" !
Edith Ann in my head and wanted to jump in that chair and look at my husband and say "And that's the truth!" and blow a raspberry.
Needless to say, there was no ladder, no way to climb into the chair to get a picture in it so we did the next best thing, took pics of each other standing by it! I know...we're dorks.
What's next in my quest...the worlds largest Gavel?