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B"H through the tollbooth. The sign indicating the first exit is surrounded by so many electronic signs and indicators the trip is like playing an electronic game, hardly worth the buck yo u chuck to ride away at your disp leasure. One may verge to the side of the road, and b y honking twice; the driver can ignite a loud verbal explanation while a film clip portrays the directiona l map that flips from clip to clip until the driver honks for it to zoom the image. Cameras register the payment of long-term users or residents, as determined by the license plate numbers, paid real time through electron ic bank transfers. The skies above are covered fro m sight as the driver progresses through a tunne l illuminated by electric lights. Far be it from me to exaggerate the displeasure I experience when pressured into the arena of vehicular thoroughfare, the twists and turns upset my internal balance, over and under the bridges and around turnabouts disrupts my gravitation and in my head the feeling of a shoe tossed around during the mechanica l rotation of an electric tumbler. Worse than that, I must assert myself aggressively to weave forward into the ganglion o f erratic vehicles traveling at high speeds. The world citizenry may think they'll arrive quickly to a destination; as compared to travel by beast or on foot, but the pathways into oblivion are neither one of their choosing, nor compatible with the humanity within us. Looky here, "Ye Old Coffee Shoppe," I had stopped to fill my thermos; find the whole joint is machine operated - bills - eve n foreign currency, coins, magnetic cards, but not a soul in sight. Some span of distance fro m where the saloon, barbershop, and sheriff's office used to share the sa me boardwalk; next to where the water trough, and rail by which to park the horses had stood, there is now a three story parking garage , and may enjoy the destiny of becoming an Urban Agricultural Plot . Fields of myrtle growing rows upon rows e mitting the fragrance that is pleasant to recall even after many years having not smelled it. A quick left turn, and here's Joe, at his happiest to greet a visitor upo n his arrival to the gateway entrance to his abode. Not to waste a second, he motions, climbs aboard, and chaperones me directly to the guest quarters, announcing whe n I'll be welcome to join the m for a meal, but first to rinse the travel off my head and give it a mo ment's rest. Happy Joe has a smile on his face even when he expresses consternation that he 264