418 miles
Drove 418 miles yesterday.
Ben Lomond to Sacramento (interview)
to Monterey (a meeting) and finally
back to Ben Lomond
(to sleep, perchance to, um, sleep some more).
Word of the trip:
diastrophism. (Heard on the radio.)
URL of the trip: http://troubleshooter.com
(I heard parts of Tom Martino's radio show on a
Sacramento radio station.)
Birds: One blue heron, flying low and against traffic,
directly over my side of the freeway; about twenty white
egrets in this one farm field near
Beach Lake; and one kestrel-like bird, flapping
madly, hovering over a field, looking for careless mice;
some redtails and turkey vultures.
Bumper sticker: "Driver carries no cash. He's married."
Job prospects: the interview was promising; and there's
a federal jobs expo in SF tomorrow — http://www.norcalfedlawjobs.org/
License Plates: "TAHONIX" — my pathetic mind's first
thought was "hmm, a Unix guy from Tahoe?" before realizing
it was more likely a play on "Chamonix".
Similarly, a plate "F14 F15" inspired thoughts about the
guy who first added those last two function keys to a
keyboard, before I decided it was probably the car
of a fighter pilot. (Or of a wannabe.)
Obtuse misreadings:
- In a strip mall in Sacramento,
River Cleaners. Boy, that's a big job! I wonder
if they have to divert the water while they do it.
- One of those radio commercials had a pseudo-British
announcer, and all I heard was the fragment
"olfactory inspected merchandise" when he was
probably saying "all factory-inspected merchandise".
Anyway, it has been many years since I stayed on I-5 south
of Lathrop, instead of veering onto the Robert T. Monagan
(aka I-205) towards Tracy. Something different, anyway.
11:59:23 PM
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