Scene: Highway 479 midway back from Kerrville.
Boom! Riiiipppp-like drumbeat roar from somewhere in the back of the truck. I pulls over first opportunity, no sign of anything wrong. Squat down peek under boxing the compass. Nuthun.
I re-mount, pull back onto the pavement, nothing seems wrong for a few miles, then the unmistakeable sound of a tire flopping. Pull over again. Yep, inside rear dually tire’s blown. What the hell.
Tire’s destroyed, but it’s a blessing. I’ll just have to sort out how sometime later.
Scene in town, me and a guy I stop in to see when I’m there and have time, sitting on the porch telling one another how glad we were for the rain.
“By the way, I’ve decided to swap you that trailer if you still want it. Let me know and I’ll take the stuff off it and we’re in business.”
“Yessir. Thankeevurymuchsir. I wants it.”
Behind the scenes – RV air conditioner listing San Antonio Craigslist potential potentate:
“I won’t give you more than $150.”
I ponders. Seems to me a new tire’s likely to cost $200.
“I ain’t taking less than $200.
The RV Air Conditioner Universe takes a powder, hopefully considering.
Scene – Elsewhere, Out-of-Nowhere Political Remark:
“We’re in deep doodoo if this guy gets re-elected!”
“We’re in deep doodoo no matter who gets elected.”
“Yeah, but more so if this one does.”
“We’ve been in deep doodoo from the time we first started letting kings make the deep doodooism decisions. If one man’s capable of getting us up to our necks in doodoo he’s going to do it. Ain’t nobody to stop him, so he has a moral obligation to the doodoo delivery dingus.
“Simple as that. If you don’t like it, don’t elect anyone.”
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 