When you are in the process of doing something...some chore that has become tedious and you can't get out of it...do you find yourself distracted by other projects that are more fun? I am supposed to be writing a report on my great-great grandmother for the May meeting of the Daughters of Utah Pioneers. But I am having trouble finding enough information about her to do her justice. So I sit down at my computer...and play on Pinterest...or Blogger...or Facebook...anything but what I am supposed to be doing. Yesterday I wrote about my old school. Today I found an old story I wrote some years back when I was bored watching my daughter's softball game. Grandma Sarah will have to wait a few more days...today I want to take you on a trip to...
Jurassic Trailer Park...
The open hovercraft carrying the two visiting scientists sped silently over the cracked and unused highway outside the city dome. Neither spoke as they passed the skeletal remains of the old "Tomahawk Drive-in" and "Joe's Junk Yard," where sand drifted through the rusting carcasses of old Buicks. A pyramid of discarded tires had been smoldering for over a hundred years and would probably do so for a hundred more. The oily black smoke stung their eyes.
"I can't believe these places still exist," said Ellie at last. She was a trim blonde woman who specialized in American Landfills.
"They were discovered at the end of the Five Year Sandstorm," Sam informed her. "I hear they are close to unearthing a 7-11 that still has its original Slurpee Machine."
Sam, who had a Doctorate in Late 20th Century Pop Culture...Coke, Sprite, etc...leaned forward in anticipation. He had prepared for this moment his entire adult life. It was the proof that validated his years of research. He wiped his sweat-streaked face with the bandanna he always wore. A few more hot dusty miles to go.
Are we there yet?...
It seemed to Ellie that she only blinked and the gate appeared before them. She was puzzled by the height of the heavy electrified fence surrounding the compound. But it was the sign over the gate that made her heart beat fast within her rib cage. In garish flashing neon the sign read:
"Why, keep something in, of course" Hammond said cryptically.
"The Disney Millennium Park doesn't use electric fencing." Ellie added.
"Well," Hammond replied. "When the Pirates of the Caribbean Galaxy breaks down...the pirates don't bore the tourists. I don't want the little dickens to escape without visiting the Park Museum and Gift Shoppe. Why, we have a genuine push lawn mower on display...the only one of its kind on the planet.