I was reading the Booth Babe’s article about summer driving events, when I made the mistake of reading the comments. I hate reading the comments, because I lose all hope in my fellow man (again).
Month: June 2010
“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Don’t knock the weather. If it didn’t change once in a while, nine out of ten people couldn’t start a conversation.”
“No matter how rich you become, how famous or powerful, when you die the size of your funeral will still pretty much depend on the weather.”
My wife is German, but that’s not really her fault. She’s actually from Bavaria in southern Germany, which is the image most Americans have about Germany. Ask an average American of their thoughts of Germany, and they may answer with Oktoberfest, Lederhosen, and beer gardens— all Bavarian institutions.
Being a conscientious driving enthusiast is not without its problems, especially about the environment. I wrote an article about this over 10 years ago, and more recently, the Booth Babe wrote about the same issue. I have no straightforward solution to this topic. Not even a bent, twisted one. But I bring this topic up today because of the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico.
So there I was, about to text while driving to visit my family. In my mind, it was (literally) a no-brainer. My text message was going to be simple: “10.” The holiday traffic on the freeway wasn’t that bad, and the thunderstorm was turning into just a heavy downpour. Why not, I thought.
“One can survive everything nowadays, except death, and live down anything, except a good reputation.”