The oddest part of seeing all the wind power fields and massive turbines was hearing Rocinante whinnying in the back of my mind, along with the rattle of the Golden Helmet of Mambrino as it clacked against my lance in the back seat.
I mentioned that driving cross country introduces the kids to part of our American heritage, and that’s true, except for Zanesville, OH. There are no redeeming qualities to Zanesville, OH. It’s like Binghamton, NY, except in the Midwest and without the college. I just wanted to make sure that was recorded somewhere, for posterity.
The General Manager of Thompson Automotive is the kind of used car dealer who most maddens and torments, the kind of used car dealer who uses truth with malice in it, the kind of used car dealer who makes all the used car dealer jokes funny.
They might just be filming for the weekend at an empty beach house. They *do* look some folks I’ve seen in some recent movies, and I’m sure the Situation could pick her up and turn her upside down if the “mom” producer asked him to. I can almost hear Princess Roots: “It’s not a snuff film, is it? You said it wasn’t a snuff film, right? It’s not, is it?”
Driving to work, a guy pulled up next to me and yelled “Hey Buddy! You have a brake light out.” “Thank you,” I shouted back. He pulled in front of me. He had a brake light out. May the blessings of the Irony Gods be on us both.