Show r tr By Louise Mac Each Wednesday and each Thursday of every week I am elected to take the papers to Bountiful to use their huge offset 1 press pre s s. s Everyone else is too busy There are 52 weeks inthe inthe in inthe the year and after two years of taking this jaunt it has become wearisome All my friends are too busy to ride with me soi so soI i I end up going alone I get sick of driving alone So So I leave about 10 am a.m. some some- times 1030 am a.m. As I hit the freeway I turn on the car radio and listen to the news and to music I sing along with a vocalist whether r it be man woman or a chorus One morning morning morning morn morn- ing one of my favorite songs came over the radio I sang along in high soprano When I came to a high high note I 1 cocked my head to one side and opened my mouth wide Just then an out of state car pulled alongside of me Think Think- ing som something thing was wrong I stopped too They rolled the window down and said Are you alright lady I said yes why why why- They said well pardon us but we thought you were having some kind of a seizure I drove away quickly Sometimes S Sometimes 0 i e t i m e s 1 I I sketch the bea beautiful mountains I take my right hand off the wheel and with long sweeping gestures draw the contour of the land land- I was once a water color artist in grade school and high school My teacher Sister Odelia had an uncontrollable passion for winter scenes I always remember when I drive through Weber Canyon in the winter time and see the snow- snow covered coverd cover d Weber River trees and brush and rocks and I point and and say Sister Odelia During class one day I pled prayed and persuaded the teacher teach teach- er to let me paint an Indian on a horse in sepia It was beautiful I treasured it After I was married married mar mar- ried I proudly hung it on the wall of our three room apartment which forever brought forth the comment from my husband that he couldn't make head or tail of it The most courteous and re relaxed relaxed relaxed re- re drivers on the hiway are the salesmen You can spot them by their sample cases heaped in the back seat their white shirts and tie complete with suit They drive d r i v ve e at a moderate pace and never try to pass on a two lane hiway They bide their time and The rhe long half-block-long vans the long block-long inflammables and other big trucks on the hiway are a nightmare to me They tail-gate tail and roar with the force of a tornado I think they smell my fear and are playing games with me I got even ori one d day y and stepped on the gas and passed one The driver blasted his horn I jumped so high I hit the roof of the car But I kept both hands on the wheel Sometime when Im I'm driving down the hiway alone feeling out of sorts I work up a good mad over some incident or something something something some some- thing someone has said to me I give them L and tell them off but good along with violent gesticulations Cars slow down and their occupants turn and look back at me Once in a while I pass a acar acar acar car with a Nebraska license and I wave and honk with fury One time they caught up with me and signaled me to stop Which I did They said are you in trouble I replied no just happy to see someone from my home state once more They gave me a peculiar look and drove on They weren't a bit friendly Anyone want to go to Bountiful with me on a Wednesday or Thursday No I didn't think you would |