Shaking Like Tremolo

On the way into work today I spotted a turquoise Ford sedan with a rusty paint job. One wheel was so far out of alignment that the vehicle was wobbling madly at 50 miles an hour. The back seats were stuffed to the windows with trash, clothes, and odd toys - I caught glimpse of 'Boggle'. In the front seat was a large, ruddy-faced man with complicated facial hair who seemed to be panting.

As I drove alongside and observed, I was listening to the sinewy thump of The Cars' "Moving In Stereo", which happened to be blasting away on my in-vehicle Hi-Fi. (If you can hum the song you might see why this is memorable.) I imagined this traveler was taking flight from his demons - but yet they seemed to be in pursuit.

On a completely unrelated note - you may see some changes to the site. I can move out posts by cell phone if I spend stupid amounts of time typing with my thumbs and squinting at the screen. So keep an eye out for nonsensical items with peculiar capitalization. I am also enlisting the proofreading skills of my unsuspecting lady companion. She will be given strict instructions to only edit for errors, and to leave the salty commentary intact.

On Boxing Day in Canada she will be allowed to make exactly one post.