Day: March 12, 2019

  I blew my horn at a man today.  Yes, a strong blast of indignation.  He deserved it—I strongly felt—for swerving around me even before I was at the end of the ramp.  Why, if I hadn’t seen his lights—large and encroaching in my rear view mirror—I would have merged sideways into him causing a large crash of metal and glass.  Then what would have happened to his haste?  Yes, I blew my horn; a sharp toot of rebuke. He sped off into the dark apparently unfazed by my protest.  His tail lights became dots that blended… Continue reading Covering My Fear