It's getting late and the sun soon will begin going down, but I just wanted to share a few words before it's time to sign off for the Sabbath.
First of all, I want all of you drivers out there, the ones with Connecticut licenses and registrations, to give yourselves a big round of applause. I mean it, give yourselves a hand.
Yes, it's me.
I returned the other day from Maryland, near Washington, D.C., and those people are really nuts. There is a plethora of intersections where there are multiple left-turn lanes. The problem is that often the number of lanes decreases very close to the intersections. That means traffic has to merge.
Thereby hangs the tale. Nobody wants to give up his or her spot or, heaven forfend, let someone merge in front of his or her car. There is a problem with signs. The sign over the lane here indicates that this ramp is on the left. Not so. The ramp is on the right; only the sign is on the left. So you have to blend over a couple of lanes. Hah!
There is also a lack of recognition of the blind spot. A driver will pull up on your right, the nose of his car (or her car) even with the center of your rear door. And stay there. And stay there. Then, when you need to move to the right, well, you get the idea.
Fortunately, the worst that occurred was some long honks on horns and evil looks, which, I assure you, were returned in kind. Oh, yes, those Virginia drivers are no better.
I think it may be the competitiveness of those who work for, or service, the government.
It was such a nice day today that I feel like ending on a positive note. I will find something positive about the recession.
You say this is a hopeless task? Au contraire. It seems that attendance is forecasted to be down at major league baseball parks and prices are forecasted to at least not increase, if not decease.
That means it may be possible to find a ticket to a Red Sox game without having to pay a scalper, or Stub Hub, which is a legal, er, conveyance organization. The Sox have been sold out since popes were Italian, so perhaps that might change.
Sunday marks the unveiling of Jerry Gross' tombstone. As those who have been longtime readers remember, Jerry was one of those guys whom everybody knew and liked. He was always looking out for others. Let's put it this way: At Jerry's funeral, there wasn't a dry eye or an empty seat in Jimmy Shure's funeral home. Everybody was there.
Jerry died after a car crash. The dangerous intersection that he lived on, and where the crash occurred, has not been fixed.
A tomb is unveiled after 11 months, the length of time Jews believe it takes even the worst if us to get into heaven. Jerry, I am sure, took a whole lot less time than that.
It's supposed to be a crummy weather weekend, so stay in and watch the UConn games. Perhaps both UConn teams will make it to their respective final fours.
So have a great weekend and for those in the Tribe, who will have to watch the men's game on rerun, a wonderful Shabbos.
Until next time...