Posted on 28/10/02
Bad vibrations getting worse
The cop on the corner hitched his belt and did his best to guide the balky traffic past some awkward road work. He gestured with a frown, a thumb, a shrug; no choice; it was too loud to shout, and if he had a whistle it was useless. A concrete truck backed up; meep, meep, meep, the sound lost amid the din of hard car horns, the snort of air brakes and the thumping of the big bass boom boxes in the muscle cars.
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