Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for January 02, 2023

Silent but deadly.

The more the merrier.

encountering mimes when stopping at each rest area may be to your advantage

Being a little hard on yourself, eh, buddy?

Where is Mr. Silent Treatment headed? Is he 392 miles from his destination?

“You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead—your next stop, the Twilight Zone.”

…DC…

…Traverse City…

…Bellefonte,Pa…

…Charlotte…

…Chattanooga…

…St. Louis…

…Madison…

… Niagara Falls…

…Toronto…

And being outrageously happy about it.

Let the radio do the talking.

Silence has been greatly undervalued.

I revel in the sound of silence.

Yeah, that last argument I had with myself, that was a bad one.

The less you talk the less likely you’ll answer yourself‼️

You deserve it.

Just crank up the radio

1970 VW … family of 4 & 1 cat … passing by the Bonneville Salt Flats on I-80 … 70 mph … dead of night … kids and wife asleep … all I hear is the hypnotic hum of wind, engine, & tires on the road … cat squalls … I wake up as the humming changes to rumbling … in time enough to take corrective action …

whew …!

( R.I.P. Lai Ling, Siamese lifesaver )

And no one dared disturb the sound of silence.

Meditate while you drive.

Da Blog runneth over, good stuffing …!

If silence is golden, then giving myself a golden shower is a good thing, right?

My grandfather lost a big toe in a tractor accident. You might not think one toe is a big deal, but you would be surprised at how much the big toe is responsible for. He struggled with this his whole life, but he never let it keep him down. He built his own business and was a self made millionaire. Had I the means, I would have loved to have made a golden toe for him. He was a dear man. The man with the golden toe sounds like a James Bond spin-off, but I could never imagine my grandfather as a villain.

Uhh, that might just be a crashing bore.

392 miles from nowhere, in a rickety old pickup? Silence is not golden, I suggest. Play your radio (or other audio device) loudly to help you stay alert and keep from drifting off to sleep and off the road….

—An experienced solo driver.