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From: Chris/Meri-Kate Holt (holtsmnsi.net)
Date: Thu, 22 Jan 1998 15:52:45 -0600

One vote for telecommunications!

> >>>>                           A Biblical Traffic Jam
> >>>>
> >>>>     HEARKEN UNTO MY VOICE, all of you, and learn from my misfortune.
> >>>> For I have dallied too long over "Good Morning America" and now I
> >>>> the price.  Yea, verily, it is rush hour.
> >>>>     And though I falleth upon my steering wheel and weep most
> >>>> piteously, I goeth not forward upon the highway.  And lo!  There is
> >>>> wailing and gnashing of teeth, for clients do await me at The
> >>>> and my Boss does curse my name most horribly.
> >>>>     And woe unto us all who do travel in the valley of the shadow of
> >>>> road construction.  For verily, I am stopped near the Machine That
> >>>> Makes Pounding Noises For No Reason, and soon the pain in my head is
> >>>> as a spike through my temple.
> >>>>     I look around myself, and I seeth also the doom of others.  For
> >>>> there are many children who frolic in back seats, and who do cry out
> >>>> with much noise as an angry multitude: "I am hungry," "He's sitting
> >>>> my side!" "She is touching me!" and "Are we there yet?  For pee we
> >>>> must, and mightily!"
> >>>>     Soon it comes to pass that I do howl, and the hair of my flesh
> >>>> stands up.  For my coffee has fallen into my lap, and there are many
> >>>> foul curses, and lo! I am most grievous sore.  For unto my loins
> >>>> is a great desolation.
> >>>>     And after having suffered these trials and tribulations, I
> >>>> arrive at my Company's parking lot; but there are those who parketh
> >>>> crookedly, and do taketh up two spaces with one car, for fear others
> >>>> will smite their doors.  And there are those vehicles of an
> >>>> unnaturally large aspect that are puffed up and bear a multitude of
> >>>> bumper stickers.  These cars are an abomination and a pestilence in
> >>>> eyes, for they causeth me to park far from all mankind, out in the
> >>>> desolate  wilderness.
> >>>>     I must walk many leagues, with my briefcase heavy upon me, and
> >>>> the lessons of this day burned into my soul (and other parts) with
> >>>> letters of fire.
> >>>>     When at last I reach my office, I fall upon my brother's neck
> >>>> and weep with joy.  For I know that at the end of the day, I shall
> >>>> wander about as a sheep who has not a shepherd.  My car will not be
> >>>> lost in the wilderness and hidden unto me, because by the time I am
> >>>> freed from my great travails, evening rush hour will be long over
> >>>> mine will be the only car left in the parking lot.
> Dr. Enid Arvidson
> School of Urban & Public Affairs           office: (817) 272-3071/3349
> University of Texas                        fax:    (817) 272-5008
> Arlington, TX 76019                        email:  enid [at] utarlg.uta.edu
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