"Taco Smell" OR "Why Reeka?"

It's the halfway point in my drive and I find myself at the Yreka Taco Bell. I was here in December and there was a rank sewage smell (as opposed to pleasant sewage smells, I suppose) to the property. Fortunately, today seems odorless. As I walk inside, I watch as Holly, customer service rep extraordinaire, deals with a woman (I shall call her Dido) who lacks proper communication skills.

Dido: [points at a menu photo that has two items] I'll have one of those.

Holly: [obviously hating her job] Which one? There are two things there.

Dido: [points again] That one.

Meanwhile, an off-duty staff member walks in and tries to hand ten dollars over the counter to the manager. He rejects the offer.

Juturna: You earned it. You were right the other night. I ended up in jail.

Latinus: Seriously? Everything all right?

Juturna: I'm okay, but they got me for DUI.

Evander: All right! [high-fives Juturna across the counter] First one?

[Juturna walks away, but lifts two fingers in the air]

Evander: Psssshhhttt, that's nothing. [Lifts three fingers in the air]

[The three exit for a smoke break]

Is this life in Yreka? Is a person's coolness factor determined by the number of intoxicated driving sessions during which one gets caught?
No thanks.

The Greek letter of the day is "Delta"

Bob Dylan said it. Watchmen brought it back to the ears of this generation. The times they are a changing. The world is full of craziness. The craziness that entertains me in my chance encounters is also the craziness that causes listeners to question my honesty and creativity when I repeat the stories. I'll still be going to concerts as time allows, and I'll bring my trusty steed (named Nikon) as house rules allow. However, I have tales to tell, musings to write, and I can't get to enough concerts to post as frequently as I'd like.


And thus, "It's a Transocular Life" is born...or reincarnated...or recycled. Whatever your word of choice, it's here, I'm here, and I think you're still here.  Grab a teacup, put on a nice sweater, and get those comfortable shoes on. It's walkin' time.