Occasionally the powers that be force some quiet time on people. Today that time was forced upon me (and a bunch of other commuters) with an accident on Interstate 70. It slowed down roughly a mile ago but it kept moving with people squeaking by up until the big fire trucks came in and blocked the entire road. I was within approximately 20 cars of squeaking by.
Now most people are upset and mad and spend this time jockeying for a one up position in a non-moving race. Not me. I am sure I am having a better day than at least one person and I am spending this time blogging in between a few prayers for those involved and glances in my rear view for more emergency vehicles. You had asked to go into work with me today, and of course I said no because it wouldn't be exciting for you. Was I ever wrong. You would be ecstatic with all the fire trucks and ambulances.
Well east bound seems to be moving again so maybe westbound (my lane) will start again soon.
Sincerely with love from your dad,
Leo
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