The Mind Creative
An avowed atheist, Carl is enjoying life, yet fully reconciled to the
inevitable.
Whilst believers his age might live anxiously,
wondering whether heavenly bliss or hellfire awaits them in
afterlife, Carl is at peace with himself, ready to turn into dust and
renew the Earth and the Universe with his inanimate remains.
Carl was one of many witnesses to my only driving blunder of the
long trip. In my single-minded focus on locating the entrance to
the high-rise building in which Carl lives, I missed the “one way”
road sign and made a wrong left turn onto three lanes of oncoming
traffic. I have to say that my wife wasn’t much help precisely when
her help was needed, although she takes on the airs of a driving
instructor most of the time. Nor was Carl very good at giving
directions.
In any case, all traffic screeched to a halt to register and announce
my blunder. Slightly panicky and greatly embarrassed, I reversed
onto the intersecting road watched by perhaps 20 pairs of eyes,
but at the time it seemed like hundreds of them. As no damage
was done and no fines imposed on me, I could later afford to laugh
about it. I said to Carl that, since my car had a NY plate, everyone
who had seen what happened would have told family and friends
about an “idiot from New York” driving into a major one-way road
from the wrong direction.
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