At Any Rate, It Was Fast Moving

Driving home for a visit long overdue along the NJ turnpike, the Delaware, straight away I flew, down to Baltimore once more while leaning on the horn scenery consistent and familiar with the road weather worn. The exits looked unfamiliar, tolls now increased and gained the road a little wider than before, the tally upward of insane and backed up to the tolls and bridges - a bevy of traffic causing wonder, what, where, when, why spoke vocal graphics. Then three hours in I finally spied the exit missed, in my surprise, I cried, I ached from the journey, the drawn out highway slide back tracking, at last, I again became home fried. At any rate, there was the house at last and out of the car I hurried fast, greeted at the door, we hugged, we laughed watching my parked car slide down the driveway path. The short visit planned was now an extender bumper and car creating a fender bender. At any rate, there it was, fast moving, speeding car, driver and insurance disapproving. Julia Ward's contest - At any rate, it was fast moving