I couldn’t resist borrowing from Pink Floyd, in a manner of speaking. About 11:30 Monday night, I found out that I would have to take our oldest son, Conner, to Love Field Tuesday morning to catch his plane back to Des Moines. The late revelation delayed my calming down to go to bed.
Naturally, I noticed the time when I got up to go to the bathroom at 4:14. Which caused me to toss and turn in fear of falling asleep and not waking up in time. If I was actually able to take any short naps, they were certainly not restful. I got out of bed a little before six, dressed, and went downstairs. Fortunately, Conner woke up on the couch on his own. Mind you, he has a room with a bed to sleep in. Ever since an accident in his truck, he sleeps better on the couch. Particularly when he had been on a bachelor party trip and hadn’t been able to sleep for over 24 hours, even on the plane.
Let me explain that that early in the morning is God o’clock to me. Especially, being on the road. Drinking coffee at my desk in darkness with a low lamp is a completely different universe. There’s not a part of the day when people don’t drive stupid. And when they’re tired too, it makes it worse.
But dropping Conner off at Southwest Airlines baggage check was fairly simple since I knew where I was going. Except for the other drivers dropping people off who were tired and would rather not be there. After dropping Conner off, it was back to the usual morons getting back to I-35.
I was a few blocks before I-35 when suddenly everyone was getting over, with three lanes trying to get to the left turn lane, presumably to turn around. I didn’t see what the issue was – I couldn’t see any obstruction. I was in the far right lane and passed everyone.
Then I saw that someone had lost a good number of bricks in the road. There was no truck around with people waiting to pick up the bricks – just bricks in the road. So I drove over them with my fourteen year old van with new tires fairly slowly. And no one followed me!
Are you kidding me? There was no reason to care about the bricks – and I don’t think I even did that much to them. Even large pickup trucks didn’t follow me. They were still getting over to turn around. I was nonplussed. More to the point, I was home before the backup got through. And they were late for work.
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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.