Taken from my car at the intersection of Mukilteo Speedway and Bev-Ed Road.
No, Officer, of course I wasn'tt driving at the time.
Sometimes, when the wolves of this world have locked their jaws around me, and shake me so hard that I don't know what to do, I look up.
Living here in the Pacific Northwest, that usually means I see the tops of tall trees and our ubiquitous marine layer of low-lying clouds.
But also, since Boeing's final assembly plant is in the neighborhood, I almost always see planes.
The biggest planes known to mankind.
Circling over our streets and homes.
Low in the sky.
Just after take-off and right before they land.
And when, in my hopelessness. I notice one of those technological wonders, I remind myself of what they represent.
A series of frustrations and set-backs.
A lot of hard work.
Somehow, those planes give me strength to keep going.