The trip was not a necessity-today's is. But I will take the big van and the air conditioning today and drive the highway. UPS made it clear they will deliver here under duress until the road is fixed. When I came back from town Tribal Police and the Sheriff's Office had somebody stopped on the dirt road. Litter is starting to make its appearance.
I am still churning through two books a day. I have been immersed in the works of J.S. Fletcher. He wrote mystery adventure romances of his era which was turn of the last century England. Much better use of the language than today but I have been collecting idioms that are still in use: "too many irons in the fire," "needle in a haystack." My favorite (politically incorrect one) "to watch him is like offering chickens to a nigger. He fairly revels in it." The prejudices of the day are many in evidence but the sites: manors and country inns, and teeming city slums and fancy hotels are a nice bit of territory to visit, the plots are serpentine, motorcars are a novelty, dog carts, taxis and pony traps are conveyances, walking 5 miles is common, women are intuitive but spunky and a wedding is announced at the end of all.
