I sat in the waiting room today while Mike was having some outpatient surgery. That means I was reading old magazines for a few hours.
I noticed that James Arness died earlier this month. He was Marshall Matt Dillon on the old TV series Gunsmoke. That was required viewing at my house growing up. My father loved that show. My grandmother loved that show. My grandmother also loved James Arness. I mean, she had a full blown crush. I just realized today that she must have been nearly 40 years older than he. Just an interesting thought.
Gabby Giffords was pictured in People and she looks good. I understand that she still has long, arduous therapies ahead. Her expressive language, apparently, is still quite affected although hey seem to believe her comprehension is better. She was shot in the head--I think it is miraculous that she has made the gain she has made so far. What a spirit she must have.
Last week, while driving through the mountains of western Virginia on route 77, I noticed a few signs that concerned me:
"Speed enforced by aircraft." Now, doesn't that just conjure up an image of helicopters swooping down on speeding vehicles. I did not actually see that happen, but I was waiting.
"Runaway truck ramp." Good grief. I see the trucks. I see the the steep downhill grade. I see the steep uphill grade of those ramps. I don't want to conjure the picture associated with all that because it would definitely be a nightmare.
"Highway safety corridor. Traffic fines doubled." And down the road, "Safety corridor ends." Is it then okay to start driving unsafely?