Seen outside the New York-New York casino at about 8 p.m., September 20th, 2013
With Homer's mind going the way it was, Phyllis knew they'd never travel around the world like they'd always planned. It was the only thing she'd been looking forward to about retirement; Phyllis liked to stay busy, so she dreaded the long days not spent in the classroom. She would go back, or at least substitute, but Homer's deteriorating health wouldn't allow for it. He needed someone there so that when he asked, "when are we going to take that trip?" she could reply, "next year, love."
She did manage to drive him to Las Vegas one weekend, as it was only a few hours from their ugly, too-small home in an Arizona seniors' complex. They took a gondola ride in Venice, they kissed at the top of the Eiffel Tower, they explored the ancient wonders of a violence-free Egypt, they roamed the busy streets of New York. Phyllis drank a few cocktails so her mind would be fuzzy like his. Homer got down on one knee in front of the Coney Island arcade and proposed again, just like he did in 1953. The games flashed youth and rang excitement and Phyllis could almost believe that she was back there, or at least that he knew what he was doing.
Spent some time on the Strip this weekend, but didn't have enough time to just sit and do character sketches. Hopefully there will be enough for this week, though.