Friday, July 30, 2004
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
NO MATTER HOW FAST you're driving in the fast lane, before long somebody will bear down on you going 20 mph faster. And continue going 20 mph faster than you even when he or she is an inch from your rear bumper (the laws of physics would seem to make that impossible, but I see it every time I'm on a freeway). "Tailgating" is too polite a word for this behavior, just as "double-parking" is too polite a term for "treating the middle of the goddamn street as your personal parking lot."
Police are paying plenty of lip service to "aggressive driving" these days, but has anyone ever had the satisfaction of seeing one of these people get pulled over? Officer Friendly's approach seems to be to let these potentially dangerous people get well ahead and then pull over an easier mark for doing 68 in a wide-open 60 zone where 90 would be plenty safe. Just as Lovely Rita Meter Maid ignores the cars blocking the street and tickets the poor schlubs who played by the rules and fed the meter but overstayed their allotted time by a few minutes.
No, I don't have a problem with authority. Why do you ask?
Police are paying plenty of lip service to "aggressive driving" these days, but has anyone ever had the satisfaction of seeing one of these people get pulled over? Officer Friendly's approach seems to be to let these potentially dangerous people get well ahead and then pull over an easier mark for doing 68 in a wide-open 60 zone where 90 would be plenty safe. Just as Lovely Rita Meter Maid ignores the cars blocking the street and tickets the poor schlubs who played by the rules and fed the meter but overstayed their allotted time by a few minutes.
No, I don't have a problem with authority. Why do you ask?
Monday, July 19, 2004
I'M BACK. Two weeks on the road, to Phoenix and back. We didn't have a chance to do anywhere near what we intended to do, but it was still a blast.
There is a a trip blog (in convenient reverse order, of course). Sorry for the delay, but we didn't exactly want to broadcast the fact that our house was vacant.
There is a a trip blog (in convenient reverse order, of course). Sorry for the delay, but we didn't exactly want to broadcast the fact that our house was vacant.
Friday, July 02, 2004
STILL PUNCHY. Can anybody tell me the name of the movie in which a boss (a smarmy one, I think) says, "Midge, you're a peach"?
MY NEXT BOOK could be about a drunken visit to a petting zoo.
That's right: "Collapsing Into a Llama."
(Yes, I'm punchy.)
That's right: "Collapsing Into a Llama."
(Yes, I'm punchy.)
