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Published On: Jan 07, 2005 11:38 PM
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Published On: Jan 07, 2005 11:38 PM
Road Stories
Pllanes, Trains, and
Automobiles
Sunday morning will find me flying off to San
Francisco for the MacWorld Expo. I'm expecting it to be quite a trip. An
all-expense paid journey into the heat of the Mac enthusiast. Although I've
never been to a Mac-related convention before, I've always wanted to go. I've
watched countless Keynote speeches given by Steve Jobs over the years. Should I
be embarrassed to say that many of them brought me to tears? I suppose I
should.
My son George received approximately 487 Thomas the Tank Engine trains this Christmas. He's now about halfway to collecting them all! Throughout our house there is not a room without at least a coal car or a stretch of track for them to travel on. The most common feature of the Thomas trains is that they are extremely uncomfortable to step on. I rarely make it from one end of the house to the other without stepping on at least one of them. Perhaps George has a future in the strategical placement of land-mines.
I got a ticket for speeding the other day. There's a stretch of road about 3 football fields long that goes from 70 to 45 to 50. I got yanked for a 63 in a 45. Now I know how Bo and Luke Duke felt. That was a total Roscoe P. Coletrain trick those fuzzies pulled on me. It's my first speeding ticket in 16 years. You'd think a 16 year run of law abiding driving might deserve a warning, but Officer Hick Fuzz thought differently. It was kind of odd because I was obviously older than the young porky that pulled me over. He asked me a lot of stupid questions like, "Do you know how fast you were going?" and, "Do you smell ham?" I certainly noticed the bacon-esque aroma as I was blinded by his grease-covered flashlight. At least I'll have an interesting blog to write after attending my traffic-safety class.
The phrase "anal retentive" loses all it's humorous appeal in tha slamma!
My son George received approximately 487 Thomas the Tank Engine trains this Christmas. He's now about halfway to collecting them all! Throughout our house there is not a room without at least a coal car or a stretch of track for them to travel on. The most common feature of the Thomas trains is that they are extremely uncomfortable to step on. I rarely make it from one end of the house to the other without stepping on at least one of them. Perhaps George has a future in the strategical placement of land-mines.
I got a ticket for speeding the other day. There's a stretch of road about 3 football fields long that goes from 70 to 45 to 50. I got yanked for a 63 in a 45. Now I know how Bo and Luke Duke felt. That was a total Roscoe P. Coletrain trick those fuzzies pulled on me. It's my first speeding ticket in 16 years. You'd think a 16 year run of law abiding driving might deserve a warning, but Officer Hick Fuzz thought differently. It was kind of odd because I was obviously older than the young porky that pulled me over. He asked me a lot of stupid questions like, "Do you know how fast you were going?" and, "Do you smell ham?" I certainly noticed the bacon-esque aroma as I was blinded by his grease-covered flashlight. At least I'll have an interesting blog to write after attending my traffic-safety class.
The phrase "anal retentive" loses all it's humorous appeal in tha slamma!
Posted: Fri - January 7, 2005 at 11:38 PM