Sunday, November 19, 2006


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HIGHWAY
DELIBERATIONS
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The most unusual thing occurred, yesterday. About a mile or so outside my town, hundreds of cars were standing still, some continueing to run their engines and to edge forward with each empty, ten-foot piece of road that appeared in front of them, as if that one little piece of highway conquered, would lead them on to some kind of ultimate victory.

This New-York-style mile of cars standing still on the desert highway of my itty-bitty town, was so unusual an event, that I immediately thought of terrorist attacks and other calamities, so I got out of my car in the hope of finding someone with a cellphone who might have connected to someone in town and therefore knew what had happened there.

When I started to walk over to the little silver sportscar behind me, I heard the click of locks being closed to prevent my entry and to protect the woman sitting behind her steering wheel, so I turned away from her and walked towards the van in front of me, where its driver, who according to his company sign was a plumber, responded to my inquiry without turning his face to look at me. We talked for perhaps 5 minutes, speculated on what might have happened in town, wondered about alternate roads leading into it, and parted on friendly terms when I went back to my own car, and wondered why this plumber kept staring straight ahead, while we spoke, and had never once turned his face sideways, so he'd be able to see the woman he'd been talking to.

I got back in my own car, played some music, and watched the highway. Except for one single figure in the distance, no other person had stepped out of their vehicle, even though we'd all been standing still for more than 20 minutes, by now. I again got out of my car and started to walk around just to break this strange, almost inhuman spell of mile-long isolationism.

People's behavior had been quite similar during the gathering I had just attended. Even though they were free to do as they pleased and were not sitting alone inside their cars, their emotional locks were repeatedly clicked shut against "the other" with remarks uttered to create an immediate distance from whoever tried to cross an invisible line. This seemed to be so predominant, that I found myself standing silently among the crowd of talkers, hoping to get some understanding of their fear or whatever else it was, that demanded such self-protective measures.

The woman in the sportscar, saw another woman walking towards her on a highway, and became afraid.

The artsy crowd at the gathering, were everyone else was also an artsy type, seemed similarly, to be afraid.

The line of cars began to move again, and pretty soon, we all passed flickering police lights, ambulances, and a burned-out crash site. Then we all drove on to wherever we'd been headed, and no one got to talk to anyone else, even though hundreds of individuals had shared the same experience.

This is a whole new phenomenon.
What has caused it to manifest?

Is it a result of fear?

The constant thought that terrorists
might be standing among us?

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