"I just want to go home, take of this uniform and leave the show."
Cruising up and down I-25 I'm listening to the live version of Pink Floyd's, The Wall. Every so often I feel like Pink. For the most part these days, however, I'm his replacement. Remember him? Doing primarily defense work and encountering such a large number of whining plaintiff lawyers makes me quite often think that the best cure is merely to "get 'em up against the wall."
I still get amazed looks when people hear that I commute between Albuquerque and Santa Fe every day. I get even more when I tell them that the drive doesn't bother me. It really doesn't, bother me that is.
Yes, it's a total of two hours out of my day. On the other hand, I can dictate letters or client reports (although I learned the hard way not to do so with the window open (oops!)); catch up with friends on the phone (Bluetooth'd am I), and listen to complete albums without interruption.
Oh, have I dated myself there by referring to an album rather than a disc? Good!
Depending on the time of year, I also get sunrises or sunsets, either of which reminds a person why they chose to live in one spectacularly beautiful landscape. A bad traffic day is when there's an accident, or heavy snowfall or even heavy volume. None of which occurs often enough for me to recall at this moment the last time one of those things happened.
Drive on will I. If you feel like coming along for the ride, fine; just keep in mind that the driver picks the music.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Pink Isn't Well... He's Back at the Hotel
Posted by Red & Green at 3:36 PM
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