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Holland Tunnel Negotiations
I left the Shenandoah valley as the sun rose behind me or to my right. The sky was swirled with color. It was a picture. I looked at it while driving, north, thought of ways to describe it and decided to hell with it.

I tried to remember what the toll would be but guessed wrong again. It was $1.15. The toll attendant looked into my eyes and smiled. I was unprepared for that and drove away towards the Holland Tunnel. You have to pay there too, on the coming in side, 6 dollars, I was prepared for it. I had chosen the far right booth and after paying had to merge left to secure my right lane while cars also wanting to occupy the right lane were from the left of me merging right. You have to become a little serious now, doing this, unless you're drunk which I wasn't, but frankly I think I may recommend drunkeness for this Holland Tunnel negotiating. I'll say it again you have to become serious and this may not be to your liking. You may on occasion have people with you whom behave ridiculously to cover up the fact that seriousness is a problem for them. These people will aggravate you and challenge your ability for ignoring them when you are the one in charge of merging. Lucky for me I had no such people to ignore.

Now the Holland Tunnel attendant who took my six dollars also looked me in the eyes, in a professional, not necessarily unfriendly way, but clearly I was being sized up for my potential as a holiday ruining terrorist. I felt strangely proud for passing this test but only momentarily because I had the merging test right after.

Yellow sun rays come in a Lower East Side fifth floor window around three in the afternoon and you can bathe in this bath drawn by God regardless of your belief system. Faith in something is helpful but with or without it your sins go out with the bathwater. You had no idea this might happen, it is a seasonal thing and you haven't been in season until now.

Later that evening I was just a little but not very drunk. A passenger in my own Jeep as Bernadette just took a lane off the Long Island Expressway. She did not signal as the signs above remind you to. It is the law. That they would put up signs to this effect hint you as to the seriousness of this growing problem. But there is a learning curve and Bernadette has been driving that Long Island Expressway all her life and will get around to signaling in her own time. To the honking vehicle behind, whose occupants feared the beginning of their last moment on earth, Bernadette apologized, and to me finished her story, which I can't remember because I was thinking of this one.
- jimlouis 12-17-2006 6:26 pm [link]