August 15, 2013 – A Tinker's Cuss

I was driving the Toyota Prius up I-95 when a thunderstorm hit. I pulled into a truck stop and sat it out. Black Sabbath thunder. It reminded me of playing in the bush in the rain as a kid in Russell Street, Dunedin.

I was on my way to do a run in Trenton, about twenty miles from Princeton. The mayor had been indicted, the police chief was fighting with the city council, and Chris Christie wouldn't give them more cops. Kids were wearing bullet-proof vests because their parents were afraid to let them outside. Obesity from fear of going outside.

Heroin was five dollars a bag on the street and it was called 'Permanent Vacation.'

Princeton, twenty miles away, was full of wealthy, self-absorbed people driving Mercedes SUVs and eating forty pounds of cheese a year (the American average).

I have a strategy for talking to people in Princeton. I bring up Dan Carter, Mehrtens and Jonny Wilkinson. This usually gets a conversation going. And Zinzan's drop goal. That always works.

I have a rule about Facebook: after 4pm I don't look at it. The world gets worse after 4pm on Facebook.

I went to a dentist in Flemington who wanted to cap two teeth or I'd need 'total hip and knee replacement surgery.' I insisted on one filling only.

Keep the Faith,
Jim Wilson