Gilligan's Dreams: The Other Side of the Island by Denver Dreama

Author:Denver, Dreama [Denver, Dreama]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Itzy, Kickass.to
Amazon: B009AJQY5C
Publisher: Country Roads Productions, Inc.
Published: 2012-09-13T00:00:00+00:00

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Who Says You Can't Go Home

We were back in Las Vegas, which looked all the browner and more barren after two weeks in the green lushness of the West Virginia hills. Yes, we were in Vegas, but not for long. My brother Eddie was with us, helping pack up a U-Haul truck with what little we owned. For a 'Hollywood' couple, our lack of worldly possessions was slightly mind boggling. As I remember, we had a sofa, a 13-inch television (yes, you read that right), a table to put the television on, a coffee table, something that passed itself off as a dining room table, a few chairs, a king-size mattress and frame, a dresser, Colin's waterbed and a twin bed mattress we set on cinderblocks to get it off the floor. Oh, and I think we might have had a chair, mismatched to be sure, that was part of the family room décor. And you thought TV stars, each and every one, were rich beyond man's wildest dreams, didn't you? Not so if you starred in a series from the early days of television, even if that series had been rerunning nonstop since its cancellation over 20 years before.

Eddie, wonderful brother that he is, offered to drive the U-Haul to West Virginia for us, while we packed up Colin and all his paraphernalia in our van to scream our way east. We had driven this route many times as we made revisits over the years to the Institutes, so we had the trip down pat, knowing exactly which motels we could stay in where parking right outside the room was an option. We always tried to keep Colin in the room (hope springs eternal), but inevitably the screaming would start, so in order to spare the guests in rooms around us a sleepless night, Bob and I would take turns with Colin on the bed in the back of the van. I realize I've said this before, but it bears repeating. Twenty minute shifts seemed to be our maximum as one of us sat in the van trying to calm him while the other person lay on the bed in the motel room worrying about the person outside with Colin. Needless to say, these trips didn't make for a very rested Mom and Dad. All these years later, thinking back, I truly wonder how we maintained any sanity at all, but somehow we did. As luck or divine intervention would have it, one of us always seemed to handle it. When Bob was at the end of his rope, unable to tolerate the insanity for another second, I stepped up to the plate and vice versa. We worked well as a team and happily, few and far between were the times when we both wanted to stop the world and get off.

We arrived in West Virginia full of hope for a brighter future. A picture of the house we were moving to had been faxed to us. Can you imagine? Looking at a fax was like looking at a negative.

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