07-07-2009

I have been so freaking tired the last few days, my efforts to wright have been coming up incredibly short!


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     A van pulled over on he shoulder in front of Tim and Roxy. They ran up to meet the driver, to thank him for his help. The man got out of the van, well dressed in slacks and a button down shirt, polished shoes and clean shaven.
     "I'm Herb Stanton," he said as he took hold of Tim's hand. "Reverend Herb Stanton."
     "You sure are a life saver, Reverend," Tim said as he shook his hand forcefully. "We're not from around here." He smiled wide and revealed the two teeth left in his thirty-something mouth.
     "No trouble at all," Herb said, shaking Roxy's hand. She didn't say anything, but smiled. She apparently had been living life to it's fullest as she looked worn and tired. "There's a service garage not too far from here."
     They loaded in to the van and headed towards town. Roxy sat in the passenger's seat leaning against the window. Tim reclined on the first bench seat. The air conditioning shot a comforting cool breeze to the back even though the sun was piercing through the windows.
     "Where you headed?" Herb asked. The speed limit was 70 mph, but Herb maintained a fuel efficient 60 mph.
     "Utah," Tim said. "Never been, sounded like something to do."
     "Its always nice to get a chance to visit different places, do different things," Herb said. The van jerked a little. Herb checked over the gauges. "Goodness, what are the odds you'll get broken down twice today?"
     Herb pulled off at the next exit, stopping on the shoulder. He laughed a little popped open the rear door.
     "I have this problem every now and again," he said as he got out of the van. "A quart of oil usually peps 'er right back up." Tim and Roxy remained in their seats.



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