Well, we’re back from delivering our busted hard drive to a data recovery house somewhere in the Watchung Mountains.
Great Caesar’s ghost, it was a nightmare! Neither Patty nor I had been up there in years, and the whole area is unrecognizable. The route we were given was tricky and complicated, and when we had to stop for directions, a couple of the people we asked gave us bum steers.
Even worse than that was the traffic. It was as if someone had turned a gigantic tap and cars and trucks came out instead of water. And all those other drivers, they were flyin’! I wouldn’t have thought my car’s exhaust pipe could have been so fascinating to so many people.
We got a bit lost coming back, too, but it wasn’t as bad as going there. Eventually we found Park Avenue in Plainfield and it brought us home.
And where, I ask, has this day gone?