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By the Numbers

To reach my son, you take the Hutch* To exit 29. His town is listed, bold and bright, Right on the exit sign. So it was quite a big surprise, A month or two ago, To see that exit 18 Was the way that we should go. The highway numbers all were changed Without a heads-up call, The reason why a mystery, Our need to know quite small. My brain’s been programmed all these years To 29, but now, I have to cross some wires - How I wish that I knew how! *Hutchinson River Parkway

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Date: 11/16/2021 9:56:00 AM
It is often difficult to reprogram yourself "I have to cross some wires -
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Date: 11/8/2021 4:53:00 PM
Ahhhrrr… road signs. My pet beef, Ilene, is when the authorities decide a road sign is important enough to justify the cost of installation… and then let a tree grow in front if it… what’s that about? Like the poem, by the way. Terry
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Date: 11/8/2021 9:59:00 AM
Just read about the woman who died following her GPS into the forest! Excluding Gershon's wife, isn't amazing how many years people have been giving directions, how many years technology has been giving directions, how many years gods have been giving directions, and we still get lost? Enjoyed! Aloha!
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Date: 11/8/2021 8:54:00 AM
Typical road transport office, change all the signs and not tell anybody. Good job you noticed Ilene, you could have ended up in California lol. Tom
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