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Ladies, I’ve just returned from a three day trip, and I’m here to tell you—time travel is possible.  It is here and it is now!

Our time machine was a 2011 Chevy Impala.  No aftermarket modifications were needed.  We were piloted by a 53 yr old man who, thru magic unknown to his three passengers tripped us back into another era. We crossed the invisible time line in the cold dark snowy hours of Wednesday morning.

The first inclination that we had zipped back in time was when we stopped at a gas station for coffee and a potty break.  As we all clutched our environmentally friendly recyclable stainless steel coffee cups to our chests and looked about the convenience store for coffee we see a sight to behold.  Farmers standing around gossiping with the cashier, drinking coffee out of (gasp) those horrible old styrofoam cups.

Our next surprise came when we found one type of coffee and one only and one flavor of instant cappucino.  We filled our mugs and forged on. Our driver had to switch radio stations due to having driven out of range of the first one (or was it out of TIME of the first one????) The new station was playing the 70s rock of our youth.  Our 25 yr old coworker had heard almost none of the music we were listening to.  

 Reported for work at 8 am.    By 9 am we had a good start on our days projects and had drawn the attention of every employee in the store, and many of the customers strolling thru.  Why?  Because in a team of 4, we had 2 women doing “men’s” work.  Apparently in this town that seemed to have lurched us back to 1970, gender roles are very strict.

And then I began noticing the hairstyles of the men who wandered thru the store looking for nuts and bolts and oil filters and so forth.  There were more men sporting pony tails than I’ve seen in decades in the real world.

And when 6 pm rolled around, we stopped and bought our 6 packs of beer.  Fuly $3 cheaper than anything I can buy here at home.  

 We checked into our motel.  A lovely old A-frame lodge type place with a wing of rooms spreading out to either side.  We were disappointed we did not get rooms with the outside doors that we could park directly in front of.  the cinder block walls had a coat of fresh clean white paint and the carpet was new.  The bathroom countertop was imitation marble formica straight from 1972, complete with a beer bottle opener attached.  The room door was beautiful vintage wood with no safety chain, though there was a deadbolt.

At lunchtime of day 2 in our sojourn in another time, we ate at Taco John’s.  Do any of you remember how very very tiny the Taco John’s buildings used to be?  You ordered your food and took it outdoors to the picnic tables.  And it was a BIG deal when they added on seating space?  Yeah, well, this was one of those teeny tiny original buildings and the most they had added on was a solarium type structure to one side for seating.  Again our 25 yr old co-worker was mind boggled at the 1970s structure.

That night to round off our 1970’s experience, one of the 6 packs of beer we bought was GrainBelt.  I was not even aware it was made anymore.  (Maybe it’s not, maybe it was just part of the time warp experience!)  

This morning at break time, we realized there was a bakery across the street from where we’ve been working.  A real honest to goodness, old fashioned, mouth watering, make it fresh and real, BAKERY.  yes, we feasted on fresh rolls.

And this afternoon about one oclock, we called it quits, piled back into the time machine and headed for home.  Somewhere along about 22 miles out of town, our driver Gordon hit a pot hole and I swear I could feel us being sucked back into 2012 right there.

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