Commute Count: Tuesday

I was kind of groggy, so might have missed something.

No wrecks, no cops, one idiot driver who pulled right in front of me for no reason without signaling, no dead possums or raccoons that weren’t there before, no baristas, lost track of how many Canada geese. A bunch were swimming in the old sawmill pond by Viking Fence. Who remembers when there was a little sawmill wedged between the highway and the bay, and that was their log pond? It’s interesting how the water goes in and out with the tide from under the railroad tracks. Doesn’t seem that long ago that there were those little sawmills all over the place, but I guess it was. My family had one when I was a kid. It was really cool. I’ll write about it someday. Interesting place to grow up. I’ll give you one story now. We had a sawdust burner, you know those bit, rusty upside-down cones you might have seen. I was 5 years old. Wandered over to the burner. The sides were high around the walls and then it cratered down to the middle. There was no sign that it was hot and for some reason I decided I should walk down into it.

The entire bottoms of both of my feet were blistered and I had to be pulled around in a wagon for months. The doctor eventually popped the blisters and the pink goop exploded all over his office. I can still smell my feet burning sometimes, and that was 50 years ago.