
I’ve been off the grid for awhile so let’s catch up…
I spent Tuesday night (election night) in a great little log cabin in northwest Arkansas. This was my driveway. Yes, there was a TV. No there was not an antenna or cable — just a DVD player. Happily, there was a wifi network at the nearby lodge so I spent some time down there, watching returns and downloading email. One of the emails I received was an application for a visa for an upcoming trip to China.
Backing up a little further… I had received an invitation to a press trip in China on Friday and was asked to provide some information. I emailed that off and waited for the visa application to be sent to me. Sunday, I left for Arkansas but I took my passport along — just in case I needed to reference my passport number while I was away. Lucky I did, because I needed to send my passport to LA along with the application. I also needed to send a passport-style photo. A photo that I did not possess. This was Tuesday night. The package needed to be in LA on Thursday.
Thanks to a PR person I was traveling with, I was able to get directions off of his GPS to the nearest Post Office in Harrison, AR, where I could get a passport photo taken. I figured I could mail the package from there, too. I had already picked up an overnight envelope and postage when I was in Fayetteville earlier on Tuesday.
But wait… I also have to print out the application that I had received by email so that I could fill it out and include it in my package. Again the PR folks came to the rescue, arranging for me to gain access to the lodge’s office early the next morning to use their printer. Sweet.
The next morning I printed the document and excused myself from the press trip to make a run east, over to Harrison. It was fortunate that I had driven on this trip and not flown as I had my own car. Once at the Post Office, I had my photo taken and assembled the rest of the package. As the postal worker filled out his paperwork, he said, “Okay. This is guaranteed to arrive by 3:00 on Saturday.”
Saturday?
Turns out Harrison doesn’t have an airport so their “overnight” packages have to be driven to Little Rock. Time for plan B. Where’s the nearest Post Office that CAN deliver a package overnight? Fayetteville. The same Post Office where I had purchased the postage. Well west of my beginning point on Wednesday morning.
A call to my press group to let them know what was up and it was off to Fayetteville. I dropped off the package and headed back east to catch up with my tour. I finally arrived at Eureka Springs around 1:45, fifteen minutes before the next item on the itinerary and about 7 hours after leaving the cabin that morning. Whew!
And the trip to China? It begins next Saturday. Just seven days away now.
And I forgot to mention that I did manage to hear the election results on an AM oldies station in the cabin Wednesday morning. Obama’s win was announced right after they played a Carpenters’ song.