Nothing But Love :: golf blogger

And let me say this. I was in court all morning sitting around. I did look at a Burger King security videotape for about 10 minutes. Satellite photos from space are sharper and cleaner than a security videotape. Or is there a reason for the difficulty in telling if the image is a man or a woman or a great dane? Oh, Justice is swift. Justice is blind.

So, what did I do for the remaining hours? I re-counted some stuff that occurred on the drive down to the Justice Center. On the highway, I saw car driven by a woman (not that the sex of the driver has anything to do with this, but it might) with a vanity license plate: I MK U C. I don't understand what it means. What does it say? What does it stand for? What was she trying to tell us? How can I go to sleep not knowing? Please, dear Reader, help this poor, pathetic bastard understand. The world is far too complicated for me.

And earlier in my journey to the big city, I was driving on a country road, where three huge housing developments are going in, well back of the car in front of me. I could see up ahead a poor creature waddling across the road; and I, without resorting to radar guns and physics calculations, could tell that the small animal would cross the yellow line and come into my lane of traffic just as the car in front of me would be fast approaching. The driver of the car ahead (whose gender I did not know) must have seen the small black-furred animal crossing. I thought I spotted something like a yellowish-white streak on the animal. I would have swerved to avoid it if I was approaching.