Just a few rants
Here are a few assorted tid-bits, in no particular order and for no particular reason. It's just been one of those days.
I always love Thomas the Tank time. Seeing all those tiny tots having a thrill is so much fun. It reminds me of the good old days with my boys.
I made two observations when I was out there Friday morning for the "opening." First, I loved the football booth sign. It reads "Baldwin Football Loves Thomas." Isn't that sweet?
Well, of course, Baldwin football and the numerous other groups who work booths and help out with Thomas love him. He is certainly a cash cow for Baldwin. Way to go Thomas.
The other one is something that happens every year. There are always a myriad of interesting stories that revolve around the whole show, with people coming far and wide to see Thomas. Or, maybe they're just from Baldwin.
One grandmother I talked to -- who had herself safely tucked in the shade and was just watching -- had a good story. She had grandkids there from Boston and Arizona. She was from Lawrence. So, everyone met in the middle for some Thomas time. That's pretty cool.
Then there was one of my favorite locals. She took in Thomas for the first time with her grandkids. Talk about your perfect vacation-type activity without the travel. Makes for a good excuse to go see grandma. Thomas is the bonus.
The whole Thomas thing has been quite the phenomenon the last four years. It still amazes me how thousands of people end up coming to Baldwin to see a train engine.
Keep on coming. Baldwin City -- not just Baldwin football -- loves Thomas.
I got really irritated the other day during a drive in Johnson County. What got me first was a stupid radio commercial. Here I was, sitting at a major intersection of a county road and a dangerous highway. I was at a red light.
All of the sudden, I hear sirens. Natural reaction, of course, is to look in the rearview, although I knew I wasn't guilty of anything. There was nothing. I didn't see anything among the steady stream of cars whizzing by on the highway.
Then the light turned to green for me. I wasn't sure I wanted to cross and get plowed by a police car or fire truck. But, the commercial finally ended and so did the siren. That's irritating.
Then, I drove into the town I was going to and there was the most hideous example of road work I've ever seen. They had gone down a major road and cut chunks out of it about every 20 feet or so. That stretched on for blocks. Seems to me, you'd start that project on a Monday and for darn sure have it done by the weekend. Nope. It was ridiculous.
OK, enough ranting.
Nope, one more. Same holds true for radio commercials with cell phones ringing. I hate that. Makes me check mine. Stupid commercials. I'll listen to CDs.