Well, I’d like to congratulate the county Road Department for the fine job they did on filling in last winter’s potholes and resurfacing Lake Drive in Crestline. Also, kudos to Caltrans for repairing all of the potholes on our state highways.
But wait, there’s more – more potholes that is, thanks to Mother Nature and her atmospheric river and bomb cyclones, which dumped several feet of rainwater, mud, rocks and snow on top of our recently repaired roads and highways, which required the use of snowplows and graders by the county and state road agencies to keep the roads open.
I guess I don’t need to tell you what happened next…That’s right, a plethora of potholes all over the place. I would name all the county roads and state highways that are desperately in need of repairs, but it would require too much verbiage. (Verbiage is not some kind of vegetable that’s akin to cabbage, it’s words.) I only say this because it would require too many words to name all the roads and highways in need of repairs.
Now that the sun is shining, let’s get all of these roads and highways fixed before my mind goes wandering and my wheels get bent and axels broken every time they hit another pothole.
I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in and stops my mind from wandering where it will go. I’m filling the cracks that ran through the floor and kept my mind from wandering where it will go. And it really doesn’t matter if I’m right where I belong, where I belong. See the people standing there who disagree and never win and wonder why they don’t get in my door. (“Fixing A Hole – The Beatles – 1967)
But wait, there’s another storm system coming next week, four more days of cold, wet weather and even more potholes. I wonder how many more potholes there will be. Let’s see, I could count them, or maybe it will be in the newspaper.
I read the news today, oh boy, about a lucky man who made the grade, and though the news was rather sad, well I just had to laugh when I saw the photograph. Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire and though the holes were rather small they had to count them all. Now we know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall; I’d love to turn you on. (“A Day In The Life” – The Beatles – 1967)
Keep it flyin’,
Uncle Mott
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