Last week, Deb and I went into Minneapolis for several days to enjoy several Twins vs Yankees baseball games. I can happily report that the Yanks took 2 of 3 and we are now looking forward to the baseball playoffs, which hopefully this year will culminate in an "official" (meaning the NY Yankees are in it) World Series. However, that's not the purpose of today's column. Driving from anywhere to anywhere is relatively easy anymore, what with MapQuest, GPS, and the Interstate system. Now I'm not saying one cannot get lost, but travel does seem a lot easier.
I can remember going with my parents and everything was two-lane roads. We had maps out and hand-written directions from the people we were going to visit. Does any remember those days? Today, we just put the car on speed-dial, oops, cruise control, set the GPS on and take off. We miss so much of the beautiful scenery along the way. Do you remember those great "Burma Shave" signs along the highway? I sure do and recently one of the Tama News readers sent me these. Brings back good memories!!
Passing School Zone; Take it slow; Let our little; shavers grow
Don't stick your elbow; Out too far; It may go home; In another car
Cautious rider; To her reckless dear; Let's have less bull; And a little more steer.
Around the curve; Lickety-split; Beautiful car; Wasn't it?
No matter the price; No matter how new; The best safety device; In the car is YOU.
Brother speeder; Let's rehearse; All together; Good morning, Nurse.
The midnight ride; Of Paul for beer; Led to a warmer; Atmosphere
Drove too long; Driver snoozin'; What happened next; Was not amusin'
At intersections; Look each way; A harp sounds nice; But it's hard to play
Car in ditch; Driver in tree; The moon was full; And so was he.
You see, before there were all these nice interstates, all of us drove on those old two-lane roads and we periodically saw these kind of Burma Shave signs in farmer's fields. They were small red signs with white letters. Five signs, about a hundred feet apart, each with part of the phrase written on them and the obligatory 5th sign advertising Burma Shave, which was a popular shaving cream of that time.
Well, in closing this week, I made up my very own Burma Shave poem.
I get what I get; I don't throw a fit; 'Cuz Deb always tells me; Exactly the way I see it.
Ah, That's The Way I see it.
Let me know your thoughts at firstname.lastname@example.org or call me at 319-334-4117. Have a great week.