What’s amazing to me is that this iPad, monogrammed with my name, left the factory in Shenzhen, China on Wednesday morning (local China time), went through Hong Kong that evening, and then was in Memphis at 12.30 a.m. Thursday morning. Less than three hours later, that iPad was through Customs. And less than 9 hours later after arriving in the USA, that iPad is on the truck for delivery, and was in fact delivered to my office mail depot just after 10 a.m.
Commerce in this century, in integrated supply chains, is a wonder indeed!
“I am not enamored of Clinton’s stale, liberal, centralized view of politics, but she is sane and responsible; she’ll do her homework, can grow in the job, and might even work well with Republicans, as she did as a senator.
“Trump promises change, but change that comes from someone who thinks people who pay taxes are suckers and who thinks he can show up before an audience of 100 million without preparation or real plans and talk about serious issues with no more sophistication than your crazy uncle — and expect to get away with it — is change the country can’t afford.
“Electing such a man would be insanity.”
~in the New York Times this week. I could not agree more.
And living out their mission statement: “It’s the mission of everyone at Jiffy Lube to go beyond oil changes alone, to help alleviate the anxiety that routine vehicle maintenance can bring.”
That’s my assessment of the very nice young man who took care of me at the Highway 7 Jiffy Lube last weekend, in Blue Springs.
I was on I-435 northbound near 63rd Street when my ‘check tire pressure’ light popped on. In the rain. As I was heading across the state.
I drive the extra 15 miles to someplace I knew. Rain had just stopped; customers were few. I pulled up to the bay, and this young man hopped to work. Five minutes later, I asked “How much do I owe you?” His reply: “Zero dollars and zero cents.”
I wanted to hug him, but I didn’t.
And the car rode noticeably better on the way home.
Anxiety was resolved. And my little corner of the world felt brighter for a while.
I’m in Kansas this morning. Brownbackistan, as it’s called by those who disagree with the current governor’s foolhardy and failed tax policies.
The hotel near the intersection of US 69 and I-435, in Overland Park, is dated but quite comfortable. The view is, well, of Kansas.
And I’m using a digital room key for the first time, meaning that I access the room from my phone. (I know . . . after my debacle three weeks ago, I should be demanding a key on a chain and an old-fashioned deadbolt.)
The cross-state soundtrack yesterday included two hours of NPR, Jason Gould’s new EP, Michael Feinstein and Hugh Martin singing the Hugh Martin songbook (and a few songs I did not know), then some of Audra McDonald. I’ll finish that one today.