David used to poke fun at this music box: "My mother put me to sleep with a war song!"
David would have turned 41 years old today, so to celebrate, I went flying! Flying photos forthcoming.
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David used to poke fun at this music box: "My mother put me to sleep with a war song!"
David would have turned 41 years old today, so to celebrate, I went flying! Flying photos forthcoming.
As I pulled into the driveway of my friends’ house near Lake Wallenpaupack, Pennsylvania, about half past midnight or so, the thought occurred to me: “Damn, I just got in my car and drove for eight hours straight!”
Which sounds ridiculous, but I’ve done it so many times it doesn’t seem like much of an accomplishment anymore. It’s not even close to my record (14.5 hours), but still — that’s a lot of driving, especially by myself, left to my own amusement. I am apparently quite easily amused.
The drive normally takes just over six hours, but the traffic was so heavy it took ONE HOUR to drive 20 miles (32 kms), from my house to Hamilton. It took me two hours just to reach the border, and ordinarily it’s about 1.25 hours (73.5 miles, or 118 kms)! I was making good time until I hit Syracuse, which is usually a breeze to drive through, but I got caught for nearly half an hour in a snarl caused by a horrendous crash involving at least two vehicles — which no longer resemble cars but twisted pieces of strewn metal mixed with glass. When you see a collision like that, you automatically slow down and put both hands on the wheel.
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