- for the expensive Avalox antibiotic that will hopefully keep my diverticulosis in check
- for a safe round trip to New Orleans
- that more and more I am able to ask for what I need and know I am taking care of myself in the process
- that I know more nuts than squirrels
- for the cheap thrill of driving a very large Dodge Durango with automatic transmission and a V-8
- that the voices Keith was hearing was only the seat belt sensor
- for AA speaker CDs
- for earth, fire, water, air and ether
- for the bald guy we saw last night with a horrifically long mullet
- that Jim is a wizard at Google wacking
The trip to New Orleans was productive and as usual the worst part was my expectations. Keith had rented a huge Dodge Durango, silver with blacked out windows. We were both dressed in black because we wanted to look the part. Stopping for gas and refeshments in Baton Rouge, the lady clerk asked if we were priests. I made the sign of the cross in the air towards her and replied 'No'. She asked 'Brothers?' I just laughed and said it was just coincidence, but she acted like she didn't believe it. Keith and I had a good laugh over that and lots more. After our meeting in NOLA we headed back to Baton Rouge to spend the night at a generic motel.
All along the nation's interstate highways little retail cities have sprung up. New hotels, a Sam's or a Target or both, coffee shops, and restaurants like Chili's and Joe's Crab Shack. The homogenization of retail across the land makes me feel like I am trapped in a vortex of bad design. Are we such lemmings that we need it all to look alike to feel comfortable? It is really confusing to me.
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Welcome to Louisiana
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