I like the plains because its weather agrees with me. It is a relief to leave the jungle of the mid-south and head west to make sure the sky is still there. Between Tennessee and this reward is Arkansas. The state works hard to maintain I-40 as a viable roadway. The prodigious volume of truck traffic makes this a losing battle. Maybe this is a sign of a nation with a robust economy and a limp rail system. I had a tough commute today and diesel volume was a factor, but less so than etiquette. “How’s my driving?” Well it’s pretty good for an in-bred insomniac on meth. It would be helpful if they changed lanes after checking their surroundings, and then following up with a signal of any kind. The signs on the cab doors identify them as “operators,” but they’re really just steerers, part-time.
I operate a relatively small suv that I’ve only used on long-distance trips a couple of times. We’re still getting acquainted. I do some things that irritate the vehicle and it beeps and whines. It does several things that truly irk me. We’re trying to work it out. Fortunately there was baseball on the radio to distract me from the imminent carnage and Subarian warnings. Even better, the Royals had a day off. Best of all the sky is still here, at least in central Oklahoma. At dusk I can see anvil cirrus to the north, where the atmosphere did some weight lifting without proper hydration. Hoping for something better tomorrow, before dark, if possible?
Weird thing I learned today: Charlie Hough, not-so-hard-throwing knuckleballer for many organizations, doctored balls with Metamucil (I have only seen it in powder form, that’s how the cats like it). The commissioner of baseball suspended him for using a “foreign substance” on a baseball, but the patent is owned by Proctor and Gamble, of Cincinnati, Ohio, USA.