the drive...chapter 3

This morning I found myself in a fugue state, driving along, running into one slight slowdown from 70mph to about 40mph around the Fremont corridor - which is UNHEARD of. This, of course, is due to the holiday today - which most of us don't get, but is nice for those of us who do commute. (I really do need to move to San Jose or something).

So, during my fugue state, in which I usually think of everything, including why European men seem to be way more affectionate than American men, the fact that I've just gotten something in my eye which is excruciatingly uncomfortable, wondering how ex boyfriends are doing, and if my hair really looks a pink as I think it does, I was thinking of holidays. Specifically American holidays, and the obvious effect it has on traffic - since that's what I'm stuck on lately.

So today is Veteran's Day, formerly known as Armistice day, which has an interesting if truncated article on Wikipedia (click the title link above). I think it's interesting where our holidays come from, and it gives me respite from researching herbal poison or grades of nobility, or my favorite authors. It's telling that we haven't any clue what the orgins of our holidays really are, and don't much care except that we get to work in half the time (don't get me wrong, this is the BEST PART), get presents, get off school, and basically have an excuse to barbecue. Not that I'm a big fan of military things, even though both grandfathers served in two wars, and there's a great military tradition in my family (including protesting all things military)...

Harumph - I think about the most random things...