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July 8, 2004
No Thorough Street
The signs were there all along. You just chose not to see them. As you turn around in the cul-de-sac you are in, and find your way back to the mainstream, you see them plainly on the way out and say, "Now, I wonder how I missed those?" You didn't. You drove right past them.
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Then there are those who purposefully fight their way around the barriers. The barricades with big signs on them that say: "Road Closed," "Detour," "Wrong Way," "Dead End."
They know better, and sure enough there is a perfectly good road beyond the barricade. What exhilaration they must feel as they drive off the end of an unfinished freeway at 90 MPH plus,
until they reach the apogeeeeeeee. . . .
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