Wednesday, September 20, 2017

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?'

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