I took the expressway to work friday with a man from the 18th century. I think he was suitably impressed with the car, my driving, and the lack of horse traffic. But how couldn't he be? A trip like that would have taken a couple days back then, now it takes only an hour or so. I'm sure he had never gone so fast.
I showed him the radio, and how you could get different types of stations: music, news, talk. He was astonished by the variety and the quality (except where the reception is poor around exit 52). Though he seemed a bit overwhelmed by some of the music that I listened to. Surprizingly, he wasn't that interested in the news.
It turns out that he is from around here. He was amazed at how much it had changed, but he took it pretty well considering. I wanted to ask if I could stay with him if I went to the 18th century, but I didn't get the chance, as he vanished unexpectedly around exit 64.
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Considering his sudden disappearance, I tend to suspect he was a spy for the British admiralty, probably a Hessian in fact. Did he display a marked interest in the sausage at Smokey Bones?
One can't help but note the obvious inference that the "radar station" may be ivolved here. Couple that with coincidental occurence of opening weekend at Claudio's, and I think we can all see what's happening.
He didn't even mention smokey bones, which in hindsight is rather suspicious because a man named Caleb would naturally be so disposed especially given the lack of refrigeration back then.
He played along about exit 52, but he didn't even acknowledge the saggitas, he just seemed fascinated with wicks road.
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