I am stuck on a friggin roundabout on George Street and don't know how to get off.
I have been around the circle twenty-three times and can't find a way out. The one
exit I did try lead me directly to Kokomo Swamp where my 1982 K-Car sank up to its
axles in frog dung.
The last I saw of the K-Car, the windshield wipers were flapping like crazy as the
vehicle sank out of sight beneath the mud. Too bad. I just finished paying for it.
We best get used to these traffic circles. It won't be long before they will be
everywhere, like the top of Schoolhouse Hill (Joseph Street and East Road) and at
your friendly liquor store.
It is so comforting to know we live in a 'quaint little village'.