Is this still Friday?
Hardeeville, South Carolina — 1835.7 miles
Actually, things started out pretty well: breakfast with the Twisted Spinster.
No, really. And her vaguely pixie-ish appearance would seem to conflict with that whole Right-Wing Death Beast thing, but that’s not important. What matters here is her demeanor, which is Seriously Genial. Besides, she can discourse on a ginormous (there’s that word again) number of topics, something I always appreciate. (And she got a ride from Gwendolyn, albeit short.)
There’s more to tell, but my wireless card isn’t working (again), and there’s no local dialup number to be had, so I’ll have to pick this up tomorrow. In the meantime, I’ll pull another post from the can so you’ll have something to read.
Andrea Harris »
14 July 2007 · 9:25 pm
::blush:: ::preen::
Heh, though if you’d seen me a couple of hours ago, you’d have changed your definition of me to Seriously Psychotic. I really need to get my own version of Gwendolyn — or move to a city that has a road system and public transportation system that actually works. Is there such a city?
CGHill »
15 July 2007 · 6:53 am
Usually, if one works, the other doesn’t (cf. Oklahoma City, which has working, if ill-maintained, roads and questionable public transit, or New York City, which has generally-laudable transit and impossible surface streets).
Andrea Harris »
15 July 2007 · 8:48 am
I remember on my one trip to New York City being amazed by the condition of the streets — or rather, “strips of cracked rubble pocked with holes the size of children’s swimming pools.” Remember that old David Letterman running gag about the pothole in front of his studio? Once he lay down in it and had a truck run over it. That finally got the pothole mended, I believe… I figured, though, that in a city as vast and busy as New York, they just couldn’t keep up with the roadwork.