Age makes road rage tolerable

Life is too short for traffic.

-- Dan Bellack

I don't think I've paid much attention to rude drivers in years. They used to bother me a lot, but as I've grown older I've learned to get out of their way and let it go.

Better to be the last person in the traffic lane, than the first person in the funeral procession.

But the past two weeks have been like old times -- Augusta hosting a bad driver convention.

For example, as I was coming to work the other day on the Calhoun Expressway a woman in a large truck was on my bumper flashing her headlights, like I should get out of her way.

I would have ... if there hadn't been five cars ahead of me and a similar line in the lane beside me.

There was no place to go.

I could see her pounding her steering wheel, but I was headed in the only direction available.

Eventually she cut in front of someone in the other lane and headed off toward the 15th Street exit and the hospital complex.

I hope she wasn't late for her brain surgery appointment. Installation, I hear, can take a while.

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TIES THAT BLIND: I have mentioned that I have dozens and dozens (and more dozens) of old neckties that I haven't worn in years, but can't bear to give away.

So last week, for fun, I've began wearing them again, much to the amusement of my co-workers.

Some -- the more conservative patterns -- hold up pretty well. Others ... not so well.

Wednesday I wore one that hadn't been out of the closet since the Carter administration. It's sort of rust brown, white, orange and tan.

Say what you will about polyester, but it keeps its shape and doesn't fade.

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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: If you think there is good in everybody, you haven't met everybody.

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TODAY'S JOKE: Here's one shared by Bill Wood, of Hephzibah.

A little girl asked her mother one day how the human race came to be.

"God made Adam and Eve," the mother said gently, "and they had children and so all mankind was made."

Two days later she asks her father the same question.

"Well," the father answered, "many years ago there were monkeys from which the human race was developed."

This confused the youngster, who returned to her mother.

"Mom," she asked, "how come you told me that the human race was created by God and Dad says they developed from monkeys?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," the mother said, "I was telling you about my side of the family."