Read all about it. MAN KILLED BY FOWL PLAY.

Like I could get that lucky. Almost though.

Sunday while driving bus. I was enjoying a nice sunny day... and all you can thank me ... if I had real plans it would have rained. Well I can't say that either... the Big Guy has been really nice to whenever I have camped on this weekend, not rain when they predicted it... so I can't complain. But back to the point.

Going on 118 between Wilkes-Barre and Williamsport. Nice but kinda boring highway.. no cell service I'm driving along.... There is a truck in front of me... and I see brake lights... and then I see a skinny Gobbler.... (not the normal fat ones... lucky or not) well he decided to start walking towards the woods when the SMALL truck passes him... I'm like ok... Then I remembered the time I hit one with my red Toyota... too late.. that stupid turkey decided.. oh miss the SMALL truck.. lets try to fly across in front of the BIG bus. *Turkey's don't fly well*

Unlike the truck I didn't get a chance to yell.... "PULL UP.... PULL UP...."

Just......

S*M*A*S*H*

I don't know how I didn't get glass in my eyes... but I was covered in it. I was amazed I thought windshields where covered on both sides with this protective thing to make the glass flying impossible... but I guess not...

Oh well... I guess the bird is dead. There was feathers embedded into the glass.

I had the Pittsburgh run today. Coming back I met a nice girl from Texas... She got my turkey story... and unfort the Troll and the LB story and a few others.... I bought her a sandwich at Arbys and we talked till her VERY CUTE internet boyfriend was able to get from Oil City to DuBois. Greyhound gave her a nightmare ride with a 8 hour delay.. so as usual they send her up to DuBois for a 12 hour lay over... well... She heard all my nightmare stories about those two... and she just said I was a very good person... and the highlite of her trip thus far...

I kinda realized... that just because the Troll and LB don't care that I have the qualities that matter.... I need to be strong, so at least every now and again I can be a good person to someone that needs it. Hell as I been bitching that isn't being seen too much these days. So all the way home I kinda cried. Mostly good tears. I trust if I stay patient. I will get what I need. And it will be good enough. To forget the things that now trouble me. I'm feeling it.. I'm getting stronger. I kinda hope it lasts. Still thinking about the DEADline. But... maybe if I keep remembering what counts. And tonight... I was important. I will continue to find what I lost or was taken from me. But it is getting better.

Kinda a postive post. whew!!!

Best,
J