6/19/10 She Talks To Angels

She paints those eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, there's a smile when the pain comes,
The pain gonna make everything alright

This one takes me back to the early nineties, when I moved back to the Bay Area after twenty years in the Midwest. I was driving a silver '84 silver Tercel, and would explore a different exit off the freeway almost every night. First the East Bay: I80, followed by 580, then 880. The Peninula: 101 and 280. The South Bay. North Bay and Marin County. I ran that car into the ground, to the point where the radiator overheated on a regular basis. My 'remedy' was always the same- turn the heat on full blast and hope for the best. I was stuck in east-bound traffic on the Bay Bridge one afternoon when it overheated again, with the temperature outside in the high seventies. I prayed blasting the heater would keep things together until I made it off the decline, and it did. I pulled over, a CHP officer pulled up next to me and asked if I needed help. I thought I'd be OK, and he left. A few minutes later, a service truck pulled up and asked if I needed water- I said 'No, but thanks.'

A week later I drove down to Seaside and traded it in for a new '91 Camry.

Day trading this market feels a little like driving that Tercel. I need to trade it in for a new strategy.