One in a million! The chances that in a thousand square miles of desert that you have been driving through for days, an emu will step out onto the highway in front of you, then saunter past you out into the desert.
If I can figure out how to grab a screen shot out of a video, I will post it. My camera phone was accidentally in video mode.
The whole trip was like this: one happy incident after another.
I am posting a picture of the most boring job in the world. And you thought yours was bad. These guys wait in the sun at one end of highway construction. Every ten or fifteen minutes a pilot ute arrives with a Follow Me sign on back. Half a dozen vehicles at most continue past. Our workmen flip the traffic light to green and wave us through. It takes two people to do this.
But these guys; nay, all such that we encounter; are cheerful and friendly. At another road construction site I got out and asked the fellow a question about the road structure.
Because Mary works at a construction consulting firm, where others see scenery, she ponders permeability, runoff, construction methods. The man didn’t know what I was asking at first.
Then he caught on and couldn’t quit talking, all of it relevant stuff. And his eyes sparkled. He loves the job.
I suspect everyone here is like that. Everyone we’ve talked to.
Is that a secret to happiness that too many Americans are missing?