Thursday, July 3, 1997 -- A Holy Quest |
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I'm still playing catchup, but things will be ok soon. By the way, does anyone know where I can get a laptop, cheap? |
I was woken this morning with a news report about how heavy the police would be this weekend. "July 4th weekend," says the reports, "has the highest incidence of drunken driving, and the police will have many license checks and road blocks this weekend." Oh boy, just what I need. Not that I didn't have plans to take care of my license today. Not that I wouldn't whiz right through one of those checks. I just didn't think i had the nerves to take it. According to plan BossMan and I discussed yesterday's meeting, and sealed in our minds where we were. Then we left for parts unknown. He was headed to PA, and I, to TN. No point in sticking around, we barely got anything done in the three hours we were there. I grabbed the bus _almost_ out to the DMV. {Tell me this...why wouldn't the buses run all the way out to the DMV? Why make me walk a measly two blocks in the midday sun and heat? I was tempted just to drive there..} After I was done, I caught the bus back to my apartment. For errand-running buses are very inefficient. I left the office at eleven, and made it home at two or so, most of that time was spent waiting outside, for a bus to arrive. I called Azura, got the directions off the 'net, and headed on my Holy Quest. It really did feel like a Holy Quest at this point. As though everything I'd gone through that week was just an obstacle to meeting Azura. I trial of my perserverence and wit. And this drive was the last thing in my way. I stuck the tape Azura sent me into my car's radio like a talisman, and emblem of my quest, and I drove the tiny twisty roads to Tennessee. There are two kinds of roads through the mountains. I drove to visit LadyDawn last year and took the first kind. These roads are straight, and mostly flat. Flat roads through the mountains? Yep. Made that way by huge bridges, and tunnels through mountains whose only crime was to be in the way of the Army Corps of Engineers. These roads were interstates, with beautiful vistas off to the side, and nowhere to pull over and look. The other roads are completely different. Lots of up and down, spiraling around the mountains. Small two lane roads with roadside stands advertising Moccasins and Fudge. Every half mile or so, there would be a little gravel pull off where you could look down the mountain. or out over a river. You couldn't speed on these roads without serious danger to life and limb. But then, you didn't really want to. The scenery here was almost better. I look forward to two weeks from now traveling a little on both roads on the way to the picnic. And my talisman and Holy Quest? I saw only 7 police cars the whole day. I played the tape through four or five times, and met Azura, finally, in Tennessee. As we stood there in the Dairy Queen parkinglot, holding each other for the first time, I was The Hero, saved by the Beautiful Princess. | ||
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