Say It Ain't So, Joe

For the past two days, whenever I click on my link to the Joe Irvin blog, I've gotten a message saying that it's been discontinued! If true, this is dreadful news. That is one of the best Quincy blogs.

That sound in the distance is Brandon DeWilde calling.

Another thing I hate

Drivers who try to pass you as you're both coming down the entrance ramp to merge into traffic. Always happens in the merge lane, just when you need to be able to see behind yourself to tell if it's safe to merge -- and here comes Bonzo at 70, blocking your view. Hate to stereotype, but they're always males. Come on boys, NASCAR's only on the closed ovals, not on the interstate. Wait your turn, let the guy ahead of you merge, then merge yourself, and then pass.

Oh, the Humanity

A guy in Washington punches McGruff the Crime Dog. A guy in Massachusetts punches Chuck E. Cheese.

Where will it all end? Where?

Highway Thoughts

Sometimes I have occasion to head north from Quincy on the Missouri side. And I rarely make that trip without seeing some raggedy-looking trash truck on its way to the LaGrange landfill.

Last week it was a BFI (excuse me, AWS) truck. Where there should have been a steel door on the back, or possibly one of those hydraulic squishers, there was just an empty square covered with a canvas sheet. Trash was bulging out around all the edges of the canvas, and occasionally a scrap of trash would work its way out, fluttering off to the edge of the road. I got out of its way fast, fearing that a corner of the canvas would give way and let fly a huge cascade of god knows what.

Today it was an unbelievably rusty City of Quincy Central Services truck. At least all four sides were intact, but it had a big tarp over its open top, and dust flew out behind it every time it hit a bump. Don't know what was inside.

If the folks in Lewis County ever hit a budget deficit, they should just park a sheriff's deputy on Highway 61 over by Route V and inspect every unsafe-looking truck that passes.