What we got here is a failure to communicate
June 06, 2008
If you’ve ever been around Enterprise, Alabama you know one thing: This ain’t Verizon country.
Luckily the Verizon Air Card is working well so I can keep the information coming, but there is no talking on the cell phone. There’s no taking two steps and a “Can you hear me now?” cause they can’t.
Literally one step away there is a signal. Two steps to the side and there is not. Up the hill? No signal. In the valley? A signal. The husband says the best “spot” is six squares from the end of the canopy on the trailer, if you turn and face due south and hold the phone at an 80-degree angle to the door.
“And do I have to lift up one leg too?”
“Left one,” he says.
If you have people out here you are trying to reach, text them. They can’t get your calls. Between the dropped calls and the grasshoppers, I feel like I am in a third world country where there is a shortage of water and I am dying. There better be overtime for this gig.
Oh, and EVERYBODY is calling. Folks I haven’t heard from in years, today they are calling. Friends I didn’t know I missed, today they are calling. Insurance salesmen, calling. The husband’s office, calling. Some vacation!!!
I finished today’s story so we are headin’ back out in that dang heat to hear some jams. Lotsa folks out and lotsa folks stayin’ in till tonight. It just clouded up out here and looks like a shower --- PLEASE – but radar shows it won’t be here long.
Miss you and wish you were here. (I learned a long time ago those are the two things you should never put on a postcard where space is precious. If you are under 30, let someone tell you what a postcard is.)
What’s that? Thunder I hear? No, it was Harleys. Folks comin’ in for ZZ Top I am sure.
I am this [ ] close to soaking my feet in the ice chest.
Cold drank anyone?
There’s actually some cool artistic stuff out here and we’re gonna go check them out. I saw some nice pottery.
Cya…
