Laredo, TX, last Summer:
There I was looking for the [Blank, Blank & Blank] "terminal", which was more like a drop lot with a shower, navigating South Texas roads with potholes the size of trucks after dark.
I was busy driving so I never did get to spy a coyote before dark.
There we were and there was a 7 Eleven cup rolling around in the road.
The trainer (the one out of Pittsburgh not the one from Arkansas) perked up.
"Hit the cup!" he blurted. And squash it I did.
"You do a lot of weird things out here to combat the boredom."
But I don't know why a big snowstorm set me thinking of it.
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- Joe Job Babylon
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- Dispatches from the Culture Wars
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- I May Not Have Gone Where I Intended To Go...
- In The Mind Of A Computer Geek
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- NPR's Planet Money
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- Sloanmusic
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- Susie Bright's Journal
- Telecommuter Talk
- The View From My Window
- Throwing Music
- We Move To Canada
Bits of recent spotlit albums.
2 Swimmers in the pool:
I suppose it's better than aiming for senior citizens.
Aparently it's a big problem for new drivers in Iraq, where loose objects = bomb.
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