I don't know if they do this in other parts of the country, but here in the South people will pull over to the side of the road for funerals. It's an odd feeling when it happens. They obviously don't know the person, if they did they'd be in the funeral procession. Some of these processions can be long which makes this such a remarkable thing. I do it. It's difficult to explain the reason other than it's a sign of respecting the deep sorrow of others.
Please consider this my virtual "pulling to the side of the Internet's Super Highway.
I'm paying my respects.
Plus when the dust settles. It's a good song.
In other news. It is now 2 days before VD. You can find me in my VD hurricane hole. Listening to Whitney.
Hugs, Ann
"...She went out into the road and just stood there. 'Aren't you afraid? Of geting hit, aren't you afraid.' 'No.'
The last he saw of her she was there in the headlights. Then? Right before his eyes, she vanished...."
I am a writer.
I have that on good authority from an actual publisher. The kind that produce really good books. They said it but I already knew it.
I am a disinherited, sometimes broke, wanna be writer and poet.
For almost three years, I spent mornings happily writing in my blog (avg views/month 8,000). Life was good. Then the blog landlords "pulled the plug" and "vamoose" no more blog.
Now I write. I live my life with dogs in the middle of a forest (kind of) and I Blog
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I don't know if they do this in other parts of the country, but here in the South people will pull over to the side of the road for funerals. It's an odd feeling when it happens. They obviously don't know the person, if they did they'd be in the funeral procession. Some of these processions can be long which makes this such a remarkable thing. I do it. It's difficult to explain the reason other than it's a sign of respecting the deep sorrow of others.
ReplyDeletePlease consider this my virtual "pulling to the side of the Internet's Super Highway.
I'm paying my respects.
Plus when the dust settles.
It's a good song.
In other news. It is now 2 days before VD. You can find me in my VD hurricane hole. Listening to Whitney.
Hugs,
Ann
"...She went out into the road and just stood there.
'Aren't you afraid? Of geting hit, aren't you afraid.'
'No.'
The last he saw of her she was there in the headlights.
Then?
Right before his eyes, she vanished...."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dVt11UZ0uA
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