Deep Thoughts from the Road

The boy and I went up to Iowa to visit my parents, and we got back this evening. While I had to deal with some heavy rain on the way up and a severe thunderstorm today on the way back down, I had plenty of time to let my mind wander. Here a some notes from the road.

I spent a little time at the beach and some quality time at the public pool this summer, and I've come to this solid conclusion through the powers of induction: tatoos don't age well.

I saw a wind turbine blade getting hauled by a semi. Those things are huge.

Most talk radio programs truck in self-aggrandizing or ill-informed bluster along with truthiness-inspired rants.

If you listen to people who follow the Cubs or tap into the collective unconscious of Cubs fans, the Cardinals really have to mess up royally not to win the Central.

Driving with with the radio on scan (I'm too cheap to fix the CD player) is like musical Russian roulette. Sometimes you find some good stuff, such as The Who and Led Zeppelin and Metallica and newer tunes, or you hit upon the bad stuff of Phil Collins, Bananarama, and Toby Keith. After the deluge at Bloomington-Normal, I turned off the radio and passively listened to Cars as Quinn watched the movie in back.

Ka-chow!

I was slowed from time to time from road work on the interstate brought to us by the Recovery and Reinvestment Act. Damn you Obama! How dare you provide money to the states to repair our country's crumbling roads. I need to shout at my elected officials about this. It's socialism, I tell you, socialism!