Six nights

July 26, 2009 in Reflection
Tags: commute, countdown, driving, food, snowballs, work

Six:

I will miss… snowballs on a hot day. As I’ve written before, a snowball is not a snow cone. You could say it’s just shaved ice and syrup, but that’s a bare-bones description. There are dozens of flavors and fresh toppings and hundreds of combinations. And there’s always the right amount of syrup. A snow cone runs out of juice halfway through. I’ve never had anything close to a snowball outside of New Orleans. It’s one of those things that will have to stay and be appreciated when I visit.

I can do without… the annoying commute. So my “commute” is only 4 miles, or about 10 minutes, but it is the most horrible way to start the day. First I have to reverse onto a busy street, blind, thanks to surrounding cars. Then I have to be “directed” through “traffic” by two rent-a-cops outside the wealthy Isidore Newman School. There is never cross traffic and usually the one cop has his Blackberry in one hand and waves on traffic with the other. Finally, there are usually at least two guys standing by a truck outside my office who think I like being whistled at when I get out of the car each morning.