Monday, December 15, 2008 - Richland MS
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Okatibbee Mist, December 15, 2008, Twiltley Branch Campground, Collinsville MS
Why choose a shop in Carthage MS for alignment work?
Because there are two shops in Carthage I had good dealings with last January when I needed a problem diagnosed and between them they did a fine job. So I figured on or the other of them might be able to do the alignment or would know someone who could. To my mind, even though Carthage is a bit off my course west, it's not that far off to be worth my while to look up a familiar face in an area I don't know.
This is rambling a bit and I'm going to post it as is for the moment while I collect my thoughts for another go at writing this up..... I need a few things at Wal-Mart.
Oh, yes, before I forget - it rained lightly this afternoon - and the leak by the door leaked lightly as well - oh foo.........
Night camp
Wal-Mart Parking Lot in Richland MS
Wal-Mart Supercenter in Richland MS
Wal-Mart Supercenter Store #17, 3200 Lusk Drive, Neosho, MO 64850 - (417) 451-5544
I chose this particular Wal-Mart in the Jackson MS area to boondock at for its convenience to the alignment shop I had an early morning appointment with. This neighborhood on Rt 49 South is a busy, noisy commercial area with lots of heavy truck traffic but it quiets down at night.
- Good level parking, shared with lots of trucks
- Busy commercial neighborhood
- Verizon cell phone service is excellent
- Verizon EVDO Broadband service is excellent
- Find other Wal-Marts in the area
- Check the weather here
It was the Crickets
Now then: it isn't so much that one way of dying beats another, though that certainly is the case, but rather that when you KNOW the jig could be up any second or any decade -- it's the awareness that's important -- that just might make a difference. I'm like everybody else, I have these moments and then forget, lapsing back into "immortality." But there was a thing that happened in my back yard maybe 18 months before we split from Maryland that hit me as hard as seeing their president drop dead on stage must have hit those graduating seniors.
It was the crickets. I'd gone outside one warm fall evening to shut the garage door and suddenly realized I couldn't hear the crickets! No wait, I could, but only if I turned my head a certain way. Oh God, oh no: I had almost no high-frequency hearing in my right ear, or was it my left? That doesn't matter. The point is, a part of me had shut down permanently. No, it hadn't happened suddenly, but I had finally noticed, and that was hard to take. I'd never again hear crickets like I once had. Never! I walked back to the house in tears. All right, I'm sensitive. But I understood at once what all this meant.