Yesterday was an "at home" day because little "Miss Buick" was in the shop for repairs. It rained. It poured. It sounded like a 25-gun salute out my window, welcoming the McCain-Palin bus to town. I actually reserved a ticket to see the rally at Franklin and Marshall University, but alas I couldn’t go…the bus didn’t stop here!
When I picked up our Buick all fixed up and looking like herself again, I headed to the gym—along with 6,500 other people! What time was that rally anyway? I couldn’t tell if they were coming or going. There were buses from New York, New Jersey, school buses, church buses…all kinds of buses. (And they all stopped at the railroad tracks, which ran right through Harrisburg Pike on the way to Franklin and Marshall.)
The only thing I actually “saw” of Sarah Palin was a caravan of SUV’s with tinted windows and lots of shouts as it passed by. Other than that, it was just more buses!
Did I ever make it to the gym? No, but I plan to try again tomorrow. I think all the buses will have stopped by then!