Holiday Traffic
Uncle Andrew
Today’s Dork Tower perfectly sums up how I feel about traveling the highways and byways of our great nation on or around a national holiday. I’ve been traumatized ever since the day Margaret and I spent thirteen hours making the journey from Eastern to Western Washington one Memorial Day weekend. With the advent of the Internet and home DVD delivery, there’s very little that can convince me to leave the house at all, much less on a heavier-than-already-shitty-normal-traffic weekend.
And yet I managed to get myself talked into attending a barbecue this weekend. In Everett. About fifty miles north of here. By freeway. I’m a chump.
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