Time, once again, time to take all my scraps of paper and digitize them one-word-at-a-time.
I‘ve never understood the rules of life. When I was about 10 or 11 years old, as we were driving down the rural cascade mountain highway I asked my father to explain the different meanings of the stripes on the road. Why was there one white stripe on the side, yet double yellows in the center. He told me that you were not allowed to cross the double yellows in the center. Not understanding that meant just for passing other cars I asked what about if a deer jumps in the road in front of you. I was serious, laws don't make sense so it seemed to me a reasonable question concerning police enforcement. (This note has shown up multiple times and although the original intention was to digitize these scraps of paper so I can be less cluttered, I just can't seem to throw it out now)