I got back to the basement just before 3 p.m. When I got to Russell an hour earlier, I had to stop in the office of Main Street Media to meet with Jack and Frank about the upcoming high school sports season. Good meeting. First games are right after Labor Day, with practice starting Aug. 18.
(I would have posted this earlier, but I dozed off for a while and could not get back up until after 5. My parents got home about an hour before that from Hays.)
The drive home was filled with peril. There were two construction areas on the Kansas Turnpike between Lawrence and Topeka which had traffic down to a crawl, and it was during the second of these, a six-mile restriping job which closed two of three lanes, where I nearly got hit by a construction cone.
An irresponsible Missouri man driving a black Chrysler Concorde couldn’t keep his hands on the wheel long enough to avoid sideswiping a cone, and it came towards me. Fortunately, I was able to quickly get out of the way.
When I got close enough to get a look at the black Concorde, the man looked like he was nuts. He was gesturing with both hands and appeared to be screaming at a passenger. He was smoking. He probably was on his cell phone without a hands-free device like I now have. Once the construction zone ended, the Concorde started doing 90. I thought about calling the Kansas Highway Patrol, but I didn’t.
More peril lay ahead.
About three miles west of Topeka, a truck lost its mattress, and to make matters worse, a construction zone was coming up where the right lane was closed. Idiot forgot to tie down his goods. I wanted to find him and kick him where it hurt most. I’ve seen too many of those on a windy Kansas day, and it’s up to the driver to tie them down in the bed of their pickup.
I was feeling a bit weary as I got to Abilene, where I pulled off to get food and use the restroom. I was glad to get home. I don’t know if I could make it if I had to drive to Hays.
Quiet night planned, but a lot to do tomorrow.