Marvin's Window: Looking through the windshield for a change

The window I have been looking out most of the past two weeks was a windshield as I traveled across America with my new bride on our honeymoon, visiting family and friends.

The first day out of Kingman, she showed me a life-saving talent.

We were traveling on I-40 across New Mexico when a left front tire disintegrated.

She was driving in the passing lane around a truck when the tire blew.

The car slowed, the truck passed us on the right and she pulled to a stop on the shoulder.

Thankful to be alive and appreciating her driving skills, I unloaded the trunk and put the "donut" on the left front.

The rim was damaged and only the two sidewall pieces were still on it.

A New Mexico state trooper pulled up about the time we were ready to reload the suitcases and suggested that we would find it difficult to get any help in Santa Rosa late Saturday night on Memorial weekend.

He was right.

I drove us on to Tucumcari Sunday morning and found a tire at a truck stop.

Somebody up there knew we would need a 16 inch tire and led that truck tire shop manager to purchase a tire from a tourist some time before we needed it!

I dreamed about the "good old days" when spare tires were really useable "fifth" tires!

We ate our pancakes thankful that the trip would continue and we would not spend the first three days of our honeymoon waiting for car repairs in New Mexico.

We flew through Oklahoma City Sunday with a brief stop at my favorite Western store and headed east on I-46 toward St.

Louis.

She used the cell phone to call family in Kingman to assure them we were not trying to cross the I-40 bridge that collapsed near the Oklahoma/Arkansas border that same day.

We were still speaking and enjoying a traveling honeymoon when we reached Detroit Tuesday, a little later than we planned.

The tire had slowed us up!

This beautiful bride knows people all over the Detroit area and most of them had called several times before we left to make sure we would see them during the time in Michigan.

They were all great hosts and shared my high opinion of my new bride.

I was impressed with the way residents of the Detroit area have their priorities together.

Hockeytown was focused on the Stanley Cup.

Every issue of the Detroit papers featured the Red Wings during all the time we stayed in Detroit.

It was a welcome relief from war, terrorism, the stock market and the Middle East.

One of our hosts has the enviable job of running the beer concessions at Joe Louis Arena where the Red Wings play.

Tickets were tough to find, but he did not need one.

We enjoyed Greek food, Polish hospitality and the other friends in Detroit.

I learned that Detroit has the largest population of Arabs in this country measured by either numbers or percent.

The concentration is in Dearborn.

I left my bride in Detroit over the weekend and traveled with my daughter's family to Columbus, Ohio for my granddaughter's high school graduation.

It was quite a contrast going from metro Detroit to rural Ohio where my son and his family live.

I went from the Greek food in Detroit to the roast whole hog at Katie's graduation party on Saturday.

Her dad travels about 50 miles into Columbus each workday where he is a framing contractor.

It was great to be around so many of my grandchildren for the weekend and see how the world has changed over the years.

One thing is the same—young folks still have a great time at high school graduation!

We headed back to Kingman on I-70 through Denver so I could get my "mountain fix." It has been a long time since I drove through the Rockies and my bride had never come through the mountains except for a trip to the top of Pike's Peak.

We made Glenwood Canyon the day before the smoke closed I-40.

The drive through Utah's canyon country is spectacular.

We noticed right after crossing the Mississippi River on the way home that the sky and stars are still in the sky.

I have never seen them east of the Mississippi River!

Kingman was the greatest sight we saw during the entire two-week honeymoon trip!

We traveled a lot of miles together, met a lot of friends, renewed contacts with relatives and took a lot of pictures.

In another 25 years, we will look through the honeymoon scrapbook and laugh together about the good and bad.

The tale of the tire will get more and more exciting as time goes on and we forget the frustrations.

Whenever I have to stop on Stockton Hill Road for a little traffic, I will remember the miles of trucks in Chicago.

And, of course, it is great to see all our Kingman friends again.

Home sure looks good with someone special to share it with!

Marvin Robertson is the city hall reporter for the Miner.