My absence may have been dually noted and celebrated by blog readers the world over, I apologize for this delightful inconvenience and will do my absolute best to provide the most insightfully insipid posts for the viewing public in the future.
I come today to blog about something near my heart: my stomach. Well... not really my stomach, well, sort of. You see, road construction makes me sick to my stomach. I've started loathing every single orange barrel that blocks my pursuit of happiness. Can anyone explain to me why it is necessary to block off fifteen miles of interstate to patch less than fifty yards of concrete? Why is the highway department so much more efficient at tearing things up than they are at fixing them? For instance, it took them less than one day to cordon off and destroy over two miles of interstate 35 between Oklahoma City and Stillwater. If history is any guide, it will take something in the neighborhood of five to six months to patch that little stretch up. That is even one of the better time frames pertaining to road construction (or lack thereof.) I'm sure many of you remember how long the construction projects in the Arkadelphia area took. Anyone in the Conway area will attest to the hassles associated with merging onto I-40. Are they any closer to fixing ANY of the onramps... probably not.
I'll stick to flying, even though it took longer than predicted, Stillwater tore up a runway, lengthened it by 1,400 feet, and had the FAA approve it in less time than it took to resurface a few hundred feet of onramp. It's also quite uncommon to find orange construction barrels thousands of feet in the air.
Jeff C.
P.S. At least we get to laugh at those "My Daddy Works Here" signs...
