Part the Mixmaster like Moses - Fate Fairies - book version
This entry was posted on 12/20/2011 1:45 AM and is filed under Fate Fairies:Fate Fairies - book version.
In early 1990, I had quit the City of Dallas to focus on my own landscape maintenance company. My customer base had gone from 10 to 250 rather quickly. The number of clients brought me all around the large city. And, it is a big place. All major roads seem to meet just south of downtown Dallas in a junction affectionately and colloquially called, "The Mixmaster."
One afternoon I was hurriedly driving my crew truck and equipment to a job site on the west side of town. I had a one-ton commercial Ford pickup pulling a 16-foot, four-wheel trailer full of equipment. In the front seat with me was two of my best helpers. In the back of the covered truck sat another. We blasted down the freeway and entered the odious and notorious Mixmaster. Multiple lanes, on-ramps, and off-ramps merged in all directions. The lead-in flow brought you into the cavernous and Orwellian interchange. Traffic flowed bumper to bumper at 65 miles per hour. Suddenly up ahead, somewhere in the midst of the eight-lane race track, a hub cap rolled down the middle of the dynamics - not a good sign, usually meant a side-swipe. Then fenders began to fly, cars began to swerve, tail lights began to flash. In a moment, dozens of vehicles were sideways, backwards, in the guardrail, and screeching into each other.
My two guys in the front seat just kept eating their lunch. Anthony said rather calmly, "Just stay straight, white boy." Ramiro said, "Crazy peoples, look at the crazy peoples." Robert Lee dozed in the back.
We threaded the carnage like a bullet passing through the open doors of several side-by-side shotgun tenant houses. In the rear view mirror I could see the wreckage. It looked like a Hollywood movie set - crossways cars, trucks, parts, wheels, wreckage.
When I got home that night I went through the mail. While I looked over the boring advertisements I thought of a friend who once suggested it was impossible to part the jammed up Mixmaster at rush hour - impossible to part it like Moses might part the waters.
I opened a notice from my business insurance company last. It officiously informed me that the insurance on my work truck had...,
....expired a couple days prior.
Note: This blog "Fate Fairies" - book version Category is a work in progress. The original vignettes are being edited for book form. Go to the Cooldadiomedia Web site and the Fate Fairies Page for an ordered chronology of the book vignettes (chapters).
