9963. ALL THESE INTENTIONS

ALL THESE INTENTIONS

And they've all gone away and here

I am alone once more. There's also a

harpsichord now on the mantle where

there should be a mantle on the harpsichord

but perhaps no one will notice. It's strange

when things get backwards like that. Not so

much 'backed up,' and that's something else

entirely. One time I can remember, in fact,

being 'backed up' in Interstate 95 in what

the map said was Fredericksburg, Virginia,

for well-near an hour. The guy on their local

radio said that  -  I thought it was a funny 

phrase to use, thinking of all these annoyed

people being 'backed up' in their cars and 

nowhere to go  -  to 'go' having a second 

meaning right then for sure. In such horrid,

dead, traffic, usually one of two things are

going to occur, either of which can really 

screw things up. Just sitting there, some 

idiot's going to run out of gas, or really 

have to 'go'. Either way, trouble brews.

I finally did get off the highway and 

gave it up. When I pulled into some

parking lot on the other road, there was

a tow-truck guy sitting there in his truck

having some food and I said 'Hey, is it 

always like this around here?' He smiled,

and said 'Yeah. for probably the next 8 or 

10 miles; it clears up by 10:30. You might 

as well just sit it out here. How far down 

you going?' Did I dare say, 'To Hell?'