Friday, February 29, 2008

The Joy of Old Trucks

I guess the picture says it all. On my way out of the driveway to get the kids from school yesterday. Backed up in front of the barn as usual. Started to pull out and the back end started sliding. If i had stopped then, when Connie got home we could have gotten the truck back down the driveway and everything would have been fine. But... being a meat-headed farmboy I thought I could get it out myself. Every move I made slid me further down the hill toward the corner of the barn. I finally gave up, but now it will take AAA or a big tractor to get me out.

One thing I noticed while I was spinning and swearing was that not one person stopped to help. Made me miss Wyoming. There people always stopped. Even folks who really didn't like you would stop to help if you were stranded on the side of the road. (It was always nice to have a good story about saving your enemies butt to tell down at the bar.) I guess that out west in the barren wilds being neighborly was a survival tactic. You helped folks who needed it because next time it would be you. Here, neighborliness seems to be optional and rarer.

It is snowing again today. The weather service said we would have flurries with little accumulation and temperatures reaching above freezing by noon. The "flurries" have piled up 3" so far and the temp at 11am is 24 deg. F. It would be nice to have a job where you could be so wrong so often and still continue getting paid.
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