Listening to the talk on the radio about the US deficit made me think of a TV show back home called Till Debt Do U$ Part. It featured a lady named Gail Vaz-Oxlade who would visit couples who were having financial difficulties because they were living beyond their means. She would prescribe a very strict set of exercises while placing them on a tough budget (after cutting up their credit cards). These couples were just like the US government, unable to recognize the folly of unrestrained purchasing on credit. Maybe Gail needs to go to Washington for a while and straighten them out. OTOH, Brother Bear would have been amused by the Yooper accent the man on the radio had.
Once again, we followed the GPS route without cross checking it on a map. After going a short way south on US 41, it had us turn west on Michigan G18 at a little town called Carney. The road started narrow and tight but opened up after a while. Then we crossed the Wisconsin border and it became County Z, a much nicer stretch of pavement.
We came to a construction zone with a long section of one lane traffic and had to wait for a while. The flag person had a STOP sign with a red flashing LED on it and also had a cup holder attached to the sign post. Talk about your high tech world. When we finally did get rolling, I almost clipped a construction worker in the head with my mirror. He was working on the outside of a paving machine and stepped back into our path just as I got to him. Not the best in survival instincts. All the construction made me think of a song Sandy and I heard once called Orange Barrels.
We stopped at another rest area where the Rocket Stick picked up a 2G signal. I don't know much about the G's but I now know that 2G isn't very fast. I added a second piece of window tint to the backup camera for the noonday sun. It should now be able to handle a nuclear blast. While we were there, two cars pulled in, each towing a classic car on a trailer, and a diesel pusher arrived with a damaged basement door.
Continuing on I-94, we crossed Ole Miss and entered Minnesota.
We passed the exit for Northfield Minnesota where the James-Younger gang's last bank robbery went terribly wrong. For them, that is. The citizens of Northfield thought it turned out quite well. Then we passed a municipal airport with an interesting homage to the Thunderbirds out front.
I-94, I-35 and I-90 were all rough today. I thought back to the 1950's when this Interstate highway System was built from scratch. It was an awesome undertaking. Then many states failed to maintain them very well. It's sort of like buying a nice new car and then never changing the oil. So many are so bad now that, given the state of the economy, I don't see how they can be brought back up to snuff.
I worked on some bills and some blogs and then turned in about 10:30. This was coincidentally the time that a trucker nearby started his rig up and then proceeded to let it idle. It was still running when I dozed off (Sandy had earplugs in) but was shut off when I woke up later.
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