king of the road

after a long day of work andy, my fellow reconstructer, and i embarked upon a long and arduous journey through the mean streets of nashville to the friendly confines that is our brentwood baptist home. traffic would be horendous that fateful day as traffic slowed to a halt numerous times on our voyage home. i suppose the traffic congestion could be credited to the fact that there was a wreck on nearly every major interstate.

tired and sun-beaten, we fled from the interstate onto less crowded streets only to find so many tired souls with the same idea.

again, we halted.

yet fate would shine on us this day, brightly with a vibrant pallet of colors. we would be treated to what i would call, easily, the greatest exercise routine known to man (with the possible exception of j'arming, the conductor's secret to a long and healthy life).

andy and i looked on with childlike glee and enthusiasm as a man danced his way down the street. it was as much as a shuffle as anything but he worked in a mighty fine moonwalk several times as we looked upon him in wonder. the man was clad in less than flattering blue shorts, a skin tight yellow tank-top, a yellow sweat band and enormous sunglasses. he carried his cd player close to his chest as it pumped out what i can only assume were motivational jams. here is an "artist" interpretation:
as this magnificant person shimmied his way down the road, he would continually point (in rythym mind you) to all of the following: the road, the sidewalk, passing motorists, stationary motorists, debree, restaraunts and a police officer.
for the, roughly, mile and a half that we kept pace with him, a senior citizen shimmying machine, i could not be anything but delighted with the life with which God has blessed me. he brought joy to my heart.

andy and i agreed that if there were more men like this on our nation's road systems, road rage would be no more. in light of that thought, i am developing a proposal for tdot which suggests the employment of various movers and shakers to patrol our good state's roadways to spread good cheer during the slowest of traffic days. i feel like this is the start of change. revolution is in the air.