May 3rd, 2004

Roman

Air America

Air America has come to a station near me. An AM station, talk radio. I am floored. I wonder how it happened. This isn't a large population and I wouldn't say it's predominantly "liberal". It gives me another choice on my car radio, which is exciting by itself, and I can listen on my laptop too. Cable internet good.
Roman

A heavy dose of reality

Back to work today. There were little pressures awaiting me and twelve phone calls to return or somehow deal with. I spent the day jumping from one to the next, composing a memo to the coastal commission, discussing strategy with Randy, responding to desperate cries for help from various locations. Not anything entirely unmanageable, I'm happy to say, but a little nerve-wracking. I hope I can get enough done tomorrow so that I feel okay about leaving - again! - Wednesday.
Roman

The Baker Effect?

On my way home Saturday afternoon I stopped in Baker. I wanted something cold, and a TCBY sign drew me into a combination gas station-convenience - fast food place. Traditionally I stop at the Mad Greek's but there wasn't anything I wanted there this time (although their fresh yogurt really is wonderful).

When I pulled into the parking area I noticed four or five vehicles parked in the gas pump lanes but nobody was outside pumping gas. I noticed groups of people inside these cars, just sitting there. They may have been eating something. I couldn't tell. It was quiet and the air was still and there were these ghost-like cars sitting there as if they were there for eternity.

I went inside, saw the long counter with Subway sandwiches (or were they Blimpies?), TCBY, and some other thing. A few workers were behind the counter and very few people were inside the entire store, which also included a full convenience store. I went up to the yogurt section and ordered a medium yogurt, white chocolate as I recall...no, white chocolate mousse. Not that I crave that, particularly. Whatever the other choice was was less appealing, is all. The price was high - four dollars - and the clerk didn't bother to ask if I wanted a topping. I discovered the toppings there when he handed me the cup and I figured it wasn't worth getting into. The man's general demeanor didn't please me. Nor did the whole place. I remembered that I'd had the same feeling the last time I'd stopped at this place. I don't think I'll go back. But still I wonder about those cars.