Monday of Memorial Day weekend, Driving down High Street was an easy ride, all the lights were with me, over the speed bumps installed recently, to what end I don’t know, the speed bumps installed on the side streets to discourage drug traffic and to keep speeding down to a minimum, and I guess it was time for High Street to get the same treatment, the main thoroughfare to Highway 17 and the industrial side of town. All the gas stations were charging the same price $4.49/ gallon, unusual since there’s usually a five to ten cent range along the street, even the gas station at the corner of High and East Something on the other side of the railroad tracks, which usually comes in at the lowest price, often lower than Costco, was charging the same amount. Luckily, I didn’t need gas. Wanted to work out at the gym before we get to sit on the airplane for 15 hours arriving in Asuncion like 1:30 in the morning our time, even in Paraguay it’ll be early. Containers stacked onto of each other have replaced junked cars and trailers in the homeless encampment. Now I’m packing and listening to the fucking leaf blowers on either side of the street. Thought about how my mother used to make omelettes, waiting until the egg cooked around the edges then pulling with a fork from side to the center and tipping her wrist so all the liquid egg would pool and cook before flipping one side of the pan to the other and then slide the eggs into a plate with a fork waiting on the side. The ketchup bottle already on the table.