Friday, July 13, 2012  Three diapers and a weasel  The diapers
are used.  The weasel is deceased. These are landmarks on the
daily commute.  I think something finally came and dragged the
unfortunate weasel away. It took a surprisingly long time for
such a small, portable piece of carrion. I can understand
leaving a porcupine for weeks, with the spines and probably
weird-tasting meat. But squirrels, equal in volume to the
weasel, seem to melt away.  The diapers will be here for months.
Adopt-a-Highway crews develop selective blindness when it comes
to other people's turd burritos. The weather will remove the
biodegradable component but the diaper itself will remain
recognizable forever.  We continue to run the shop with a crew
of two when it needs a minimum of three to cover all stations.
That slows repair work to a complete halt on some days. Mitt
Romney has been in town, but I haven't noticed a massive
improvement in the economy, only smiling billionaires and their
extended families enjoying the prospect of