I'm detecting a theme here.... because today, I swear they emptied out the looney bin and turned them loose on the roadways. Did all of you just learn to drive? Why can't the idiots with their blinkers on for six miles hook up with the idiots who have no idea why they might ever need a turn signal so that MAYBE their offspring could figure out how to use that little stick thingy poking out of the steering column! Sweet Mary, Mother of God, how hard can it be? Let's do 90 in the slow lane or maybe 45 in the fast lane of a 70mph interstate - it seems to be the latest fad. And for the record, yes, that was me who almost missed the exit at Nolensville Pike this afternoon, but nobody was behind me and I didn't cut anybody off when I sailed across the zebra stripes because my brain apparently thought I should be going to Knoxville instead of picking up my kid after school. Mea Culpa.
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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