I discovered that it was substantially cheaper if she caught the train in Windsor, CT instead of Springfield so I drove her down there this afternoon. She caught the commuter train to New Haven and she is currently sitting in her nice comfy business-class seat on her way to New York City.
But that's not what I came her to tell you.
During the drive down to Windsor, we came over the bridge and started to go by the Bradley airport connector. Suddenly I saw the traffic well ahead of us locking up their brakes and skidding all over the place. And I'm not talking about one or two cars, I'm talking about 20 or 30 cars across three lanes.
As we came up to the area of the disturbance we notice a rather large, and heavily damaged, kayak in the middle of the slow lane, a rather large, and pissed off truck driver standing in front of his truck just past the kayak and a rather small, and embarrassed SUV owner parked in the breakdown lane with one kayak and half a double kayak roof rack on the roof of his car.
This is why I don't work in Hartford.
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Here are some links you might enjoy:
- More proof that our society has gone full-tilt bozos...
- Here is another good article on our esteemed governor and his love of welfare. The key phrase in the story is: "Either Patrick’s team has no interest in stopping EBT fraud and didn’t bother to try; or the DTA is the Inspector Clousseau of fraud — utterly incompetent and inept."
- Pffftttt.... This is nothin'. Back in the late 70s, we had a house-eating dog named Fred.
- Key phrase in this story: "He must think it’s the world’s smallest two-lane highway."
- Yes, alcohol was involved. Lots of alcohol....
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