Thursday, December 17, 2009
Help Stop Cruel Dog Fighting. Lunch with Arlene.
He asked if it was this address, and so I asked who he was looking for. Apparently me, so I asked him who he was. He said from the Post Office with a package. OK. So I said “I’ll take it, and put it in my van”, and he looked at me funny. Then it dawned on me that he didn’t know me from a hole in the ground, so I got out of the van, and unlocked my front door, so he knew that I belonged there. I don’t blame him, do you?
Then on the 5 mile hilly no-passing zone all the way to the freeway, I, and others, were stuck behind a garbage truck doing 35 mph.
Next ! Oh! No! The southbound I-45 freeway was a parking lot. I quickly drove east on FM 1097 with several other vehicles, and cut across to SH 75, and we all drove south on it. When we got to FM 830, we cut back west to get on the freeway, but cops wouldn’t let us, and detoured us onto the feeder road. The freeway was empty behind, and in front of us. I still don’t know what had happened.