E-Letter 190
With the morning rush hour traffic reaching the tipping point in downtown Atlanta, I merged into the I-75 parade of vehicles snaking their way through the city. It was only 9:15 a.m. and, certain that I was going to be late for my appointment, I began to triage my day and an impossibly long list of to-do’s. Coasting behind a line of slowing vehicles near the Georgia Tech exit, I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel and bemoaned my bad luck driving karma. “What I need,” I thought wearily, “is a little break, a smidgen of grace.” Behind the eightball before noon, my morning continued to...
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Our worksite supervisor, Art, arrived before dawn to tell us that a duratio was headed our way in the holler in West Virginia. “What’s a duratio,” I asked, “and why should I be concerned?” Art gave me one of those I-can’t-believe-you’re-asking-me-that-question look and then talked about flash floods, 200 mph winds, downed trees and power lines, and impassable roads, all of which would isolate the Colcord community from the rest of the world for who-knows-how-many weeks. It was already too late to evacuate, he said, and after discussing our options, we made the decision to work as much as...
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