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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 56 of 307 And of course the sad answer to Inquisitive Klaus's question was not too terribly much. I steered the conversation away from me and my quandaries and caught him up on the rest of my boring life, as he did for me. He had hung his shingle up in San Francisco as a Marriage and Family Therapist. Of course he also counseled individuals in varying degrees of distress. It sounded great until he told me that he had about four steady hours of work a week and he used a cooperative office being shared by close to twenty other local therapists, all scrambling for minds to mend. "You gotta start somewhere, right?" He said. "Paying our dues." We got off the phone when I was halfway to Provo at the Junction of the 89 and the 6. Highway 6 has the undesirable distinction of possessing the most dangerous stretch of curves in the United States. It's not necessarily the curves that are so bad. Highway 1 is worse. But it's the speed at which people hit these that make this the most dangerous section of paved road in our fine country. A chill always goes up my neck when the eight lane highway narrows to four and then two. One lane going one way and one lane going the other. You see, this is the problem here.- Everyone is still hypnotized by being able to do ninety miles and hour when suddenly you better be doing no more than fifty or you will drift in the turns and go slammo into the front end of a Mack Truck. That's the way it happens. Head ons. |
