Driving I-95 North. Private One-Hour Conversation.

Tuesday.  It’s late. It’s been a long day. I glance at my smart watch, 4,500 steps, well short of 10,000 target. Should have walked across town and taken the train. No you shouldn’t have.  Air is heavy. Feels like mid-August.  My head swims from the second glass of red wine. I walk half way up the block and back, while I wait.  4,935 steps. Well that’s Something.

I’m in back seat of car. Phone rings. Work. The call carries on. Something is off.  Antennae go up. I can feel him. Driver is listening. I’m conscious of my words. I shift to deeper code, quickly end the call, and set the phone in my bag. I sit quietly. Irritated. No privacy anywhere. Rude.

It’s silent in the cabin, air blows cool. Tension seems to rise a few clicks in the silence. You’re just tired. It’s all in your head Pal.

He breaks the silence.

“Sir, what is it that you do?” I’m wary about my response, but I respond, and at 100,000 feet. He’s not getting anything out of me.

“How long have you been doing it?” I respond curtly.

“That’s a long time.”  At this point, I feel I need to take control of the conversation.  “Why do you ask?” [Read more…]

It’s been a long day

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I-95 N.

Leaving work early.

Traffic has slowed to crawl at the notorious rush hour bottleneck at Exit 8 in Stamford, 10 minutes from home. There’s a towering billboard overhead shouting: Think Train. (Or something like it. Let’s not let facts get in the way of a good story.)

My Speed: < 5 mph and slowing. Red tail lights flashing and aglow in all directions on six lanes.

There was unusual calm in this moment on the asphalt.

And then ––

There’s the unmistakeable crush of metal on metal…

I snap my head up to see an oncoming car bearing down on me in the rear view mirror.

Everything moves in hyper slow motion now…

I brace for impact. [Read more…]

T.G.I.F.: 1:55 min Dance to your Morning Commute


Smart, the company behind the original smart car, has devised a clever way to help pedestrians wait for the walk signal and keep the streets safer — a dancing traffic light. By projecting real movements from people nearby, the dancing traffic light entertains people at the intersection until it’s a safe time to cross the street. The company built the signal at an intersection in Lisbon, Portugal, earlier this summer. (Source: Mashable)

Can you keep your feet still?


Source: Weighty Matters

 

Driving. In a fog.

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4:45 am.
Day 1 following end of extended vacation.
Groggy.
I hang over sink. Splash water on my face.
I step in shower. Ice Cold. Hurry out. Hug towel. Fail to rinse shampoo out of hair.
Shave. Razor cut over old scar. Blood dribbles. Minor cut. Unstoppable bleeding. Curse.
Dab dab dab hemorrhage with tissue. Jab and stick Kleenex to cut. Pleased that it sticks.
Stare at socks. Need navy to match suit. Trouble distinguishing navy from black.
First attempt with tie, hangs below belt. Second attempt, short at belly button. Victory on third.
Slide work shoes on. Wiggle toes. Foreign fit after two weeks off. Look down, scuffed.
Slide watch on. Date: December 16. Time: 10:00. Stare. Decision made to re-set later.
Step outside. Temperature 51º F. Temp yesterday: 23º F.
Fog. Soupy. Thick. Light rain drizzling. Eerie.
Early, yet traffic is heavy.
Disorientation.
Re-entry.
Re-engagement.
Pulse quickening.
Mind racing like pistons.
Back to work.


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Long Morning Commute? Stop Complaining. Be Happy. Be Very Happy.

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For more on this traffic jam, see Daily Mail: Great Crawl of China.
For more on topic: Forbes: The Worst Traffic Jams in History.
Image Source: themetapicture.com


Life in the fast lane…

56 second video clip.  Yet it packs a punch above (way above) its weight class.

Will you avert your eyes?

Will you grimace?

Will you hold your breath?

Did you breathe a sigh of relief when it ended?

I bet money the answer is yes to all.  Don’t take the wager. I only bet when I know I will win. 🙂

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