The other day I was driving down the
road trying not to be bored to death by the routine of driving the
same highways over and over and over some more. I've driven it so much that I could drive
them in my sleep. You doubt me. Perchance I have taken poetic
license? Well, somewhat. But, one night on my way back from a night
class, I awoke on the four lane coming into town and noticed that the
night had a beautiful blue glow to it. Of course, the scene was
disturbed by the loud yelping sound of the police siren. Luckily he
was a student also, and he had a kind heart, so I only got a warning
ticket. But, I digress. Which only proved I have titled this blog site
correctly.
As I was driving the other day, this humorous,
satirical and enlightening series of thoughts occurred to me, not
witless, crazy unrelated to good sense thoughts, but those for which
I one day hope to be famous. I arranged them into my next article for Yahoo Voices as
I was driving home.
Y'all no the old saying, "Even a blind hog finds an acorn every
now and then." Well, I was sure I'd found one.I was somewhat proud of it. Finally, I got home, got the computer
up, and got the word processor open only to stare at a plain, blank
white virtual sheet of paper. I had forgotten everything, but how
great the ideas were. Maybe, its old-timers or maybe God just had
mercy and saved the world from one too many witless wanderings, but,
for the umpteenth time, I had lost those thoughts that were going to
help make me rich.
Having nothing else to do, I set
there remembering the way too many times when I lost my thoughts before I
could put them down. (How it is that we can remember our failures so
much more often than we can remember our successes?) Any, if all the
fantastic articles I have written in my head, yes, often when I was
suppose to be doing something else, where on paper the internet
would be full of my winsome, witless ponderings.
But, what is ever worse than
forgetting is remembering, then discovering that once they are on
paper they are neither winsome nor witty. That means I have to
actually invest some time to produce something that might be
entertaining and enlightening to others when my head seems to be
empty.
The blue light pathway
Returning to my almost getting a
ticket for speeding. It was around midnight. And, the streets where
empty. Our city is not quite a sleepy little hamlet. They don't roll
the sidewalks up after dark at least on the week-ends.
Pondering on this caused me to wonder
why I was stopped when it appeared to me that I was endangering no
one, but myself, if I was really doing that. Maybe this had an
impact on the officer giving me a warning ticket instead of a money
maker.
I was stopped for not obeying a sign.
I am neither crazy nor an anarchist. But, a sign? An inanimate object
that's dumber that a road lizard is telling me how to drive. A traffic sign are incapable of recognizing that traffic patterns change throughout the
day and adjusting to meet the situation. It begs the question, just how many
things in our life which have no mental ability at all control us? (Get me some examples of the dumb things that control our lives. They have to be dumber than us now.)
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