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Monday, May 18, 2020

Antelope Homes Freeway 1st chapter

Jim Arnold looked at his watch in the early morning light and sighed. It was 7:20 AM, more than a half hour after sunrise, and the traffic jam he was caught in was monumental. Nothing had moved since daybreak. Facing westbound on I-80, he was at least grateful he didn't have the intense heat of the August morning sun shining in his face. The air outside felt like a furnace, very hot and dry; and it was already approaching 90F. Jim thought wistfully about his decision to get the super economy package and not have AC with his new Chevy, but then he reminded himself he just didn't have money for those kinds of luxuries.
The eastbound lanes were absolutely clear of traffic, and Jim thought that was a really ominous sign. He searched the radio again for a traffic report, but all he could find were country & western music stations and the ubiquitous news reports on Iraq. Looking down from the elevated Interstate, he tried to remember whether he had crossed into Nebraska yet or if he were still in Iowa. But then he remembered driving across the bridge over the Missouri River in the pre-dawn light, shortly before hitting a solid wall of unmoving cars and trucks.
"So this must be beautiful Omaha," he thought to himself, looking around. "It's not bad actually... Thank goodness I built so much extra time into the schedule. I don't have to be in San Francisco for another eleven days..." He scanned his radio to another country song. "Damn... Come on, come on... There's got to be a traffic report here somewhere... How can they not report on this?!"
As Jim continued scanning, he shook his head at the delays he was having this morning. When he broke camp before daybreak, he noticed one of his tires was flat. A close inspection revealed a very fluke accident. The value stem-cap was missing, and a tiny pebble had bounced in and wedged against the pin, slowly releasing the air. There was no permanent damage, but it took twenty minutes to get out the bicycle pump and inflate the tire. And now this, a major-league traffic jam, his second delay of the morning...

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