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January 16, 2009

                                                           

With Black Olives

The original plan was pretty simple: drive to Capital University in Bexley from our home south of Canal Winchester. But it turned into a 3-hour trip…along with a few thousand other commuters on highway 33.

Being a professional commuter these days has advantages like having lots of alone time in the car as one drives 65 mph into and through Columbus. I know every pothole at every curve; I know every freeway clog due to on and off ramps; I know every highway slow point depending on the hour. I know which county roads are cleared or have heavy traffic depending on the day, time and season. (“and every lock that ain’t locked when no one’s around.”)

Recently there was snow. I came home early to avoid rush hour crawl and to work at home. But one daughter who works in Commercial Point and takes Grad courses at Capital University in Bexley had an evening course. She asked if I would drive her in the snow and we could have some “father & daughter bonding time”…a request that no dad could refuse.

Off we went as the snow continued to fall. The Columbus traffic was inching its way south and we drove north to Bexley. It was snowing but rather beautiful and relatively few were driving into Columbus. The snow continued to pile up as we parked in a student lot on campus. My daughter commented that she never gotten to park this close to the classrooms. I just figured it was the good karma that I brought to the whole situation. So we park, stepped out of the car, walked 20 steps in the snow and my daughter got a text message on her phone.

Classes were cancelled.

That was information we could have used about one hour before.

But nearby was her favorite hole-in-the-wall-pizza place. We ordered a to-go dinner and walked back to the car knowing that we could still beat most of the rush hour traffic, though we had few illusions about a quick drive.

 

We did crawl too. Normally I drive it at 65 mph and on that occasion we went 15 mph at best. By the time we reached the Canal Winchester turnoff we were moving at the amazing speed of 35 mph. Still, we had beat rush hour by about 45 minutes and I could only imagine the pace of traffic then in the snowstorm.

Our final hurdle was the very treacherous highway (674) south of Canal Winchester, out into the country where we live. It is a part of a glacial ridge which makes the highway appear to have been buckled up and down and up and down for about 2 ½ miles. On summer days it is dangerous. In snowstorms it matches some of the dangerous roads I used to drive in the mountains of NE Washington.

But we knew that you could take a road around to the northwest section of the ridges and get onto the plateau via a longer though relatively non-hilly route. We opted for that course.

And my point? Not far from my home, just off the major commuting highways with bumper-to-bumper traffic are some startlingly beautiful pastoral settings. Old large brick farm houses that have been expensively re-habbed. New homes and old homes tucked into woods and river bends and rolling hills. All of this was within spitting distance of my home. I never knew.

I suppose this story is a metaphor for the busy-ness of life and professions. A metaphor for not noticing that which is right outside your window.

All I know is that the other day, I had to be the only person in Central Ohio who made a 3-hour pizza run into and out of a rush hour traffic during a snowstorm.

Peace, Rev. Bob Tussing