Vegas, Asbestos, and Bananas

  • Thanks to ixixlix for a delightful Memorial Day party with swimming, great food, and great games. I got to play 10 Days in the U.S.A., Metro, Quiddler, Traumfabric, and Vegas Showdown.
  • With the exception of the water heater vent in the garage, all the asbestos ducting is out of the attic. Tomorrow, the HVAC guys come to restore our air conditioning. Tonight, however, it is ceiling fans and open windows. Last time I looked, it was 83° F in the house, and 81°F outside. We’ve also been heating the pool for a family party on Thursday: it’s currently up to 72°F–I’ll turn off the heater when I go to bed and folks can deal with it from there.
  • On the drive home, I was listening to the SigAlerts on the radio. According to the CHP, a truck spilled its load near Avenue N in Palmdale. What was the load you ask? 70, 000 lbs of bananas. Yup. Oh Harry (Chapin), I bet you were wishing you were here now.

    All together now…

    He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
    But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
    delights went through him.
    His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down.
    But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
    He said “Christ!”
    It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
    He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
    riding on his fear-hunched back
    was every one of those yellow green
    I’m telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
    Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

        He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
    And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
    And he said “God, make it a dream!”
    as he rode his last ride down.
    And he said “God, make it a dream!”
    as he rode his last ride down.
    And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
    clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
    hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
    and Blue-Crossed seven people.
    it was then he lost his head,
    not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
    And he slid for four hundred yards
    along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
    All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

    Or, if you prefer…

    Yes we have no bananas
    We have no bananas today
    Yes we have no bananas
    Bananas just outside LA.
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