The big yellow one is the sun
Last week I drove home from Kentucky to West Virginia for Thanksgiving. I always stop at the Grayson/Maysville exit on I-64 for gas and something to eat before the last leg of the trip. I usually get a bag of roasted pumpkin seeds, but on my last trip I’d read the federally-mandated Nutrition Facts chart and noted that they weren’t particularly good for me. Lots of fat and sodium. So instead I bought a can of Pringles. Not really an improvement, but the taste to unhealth ratio was more even.
I got back onto the Interstate. The setting sun soon forced my hand and forearm out from the Pringles can to find my sunglasses. It was really bright, and I was driving straight towards it. Things continued that way for awhile – me happily stuffing my sunglassed face with pizza-flavored Pringles as my car hurtled East towards the sunset. After forty minutes of this I noticed a roadsign informing me that I was only fifty-eight miles from Lexington. “Well that can’t be,” I thought. “I’m heading east, away from Lexington.” Then I saw the sun. “Oh.”
Ignoring the army of hungry Thanksgiving weekend traffic cops, I swung my car into one of those illegal turnarounds that no one would probably notice if it weren’t for the signs telling you not to use them, and put the sun behind me. By the time I got to Grayson (again), I could have easily topped off my tank, but I decided not to risk it.
I eventually got home. It was good.