The The Worcester Telegram & Gazette reports that MassHighway is looking to rework the intersection of I-290 and I-495 in Hudson.
I can’t imagine that it’s possible to make that interchange any worse; 290 is backed up heading onto 495 south many mornings, and 495 north occasionally.
I do like that the image they include is of the way the interchange is now, not what’s being planned. Not really all that helpful.
Every once in a while, I’ll find a perfect combination of song and road. Today I had one – Pet Shop Boys “Somewhere” came on just as I was getting onto I-290 as it starts in Hudson and it just seemed right. THe song picked up just as I went under the 495 ramp and… well, it was just right.
For those keeping score, the other spots I’ve had this that I can remember are:
I-84 westbound just before exit 8, Abba’s “Dancing Queen”
I-390 north over a hill just before I-90, Depeche Mode’s “Get Right With Me”
I-87 north through Saratoga Springs, Prodigy’s “Voodoo People”
Anyone else have anything?
But where before I just didn’t bother to update this out of sheer laziness or lack of anything worthwhile to say, now I have a bona-fide excuse. I’m going to be a daddy at the end of July. Needless to say, both Kelly & I are excited – me probably more so, but that has to do with the fact that I’m not the one who has to carry it around for the next 5 months. Still, I have a lot of projects to do around the house – and roadgeeking time is pretty much cut to near nothing (which is where it’s been for the past few years anyways).
Wouldn’t trade it for anything, though.
We have three cats. Cheshire, George and Sunny.
We were talking about what they would say if they could talk. We decided that Cheshire refers to us as “bitch” and “bastard,” as in “Fill my food bowl, bastard.” George… well, George has the mouth of a sailor. “George,” we’d say. “Fuck you” would be the response. Sunny, being the kitten (8 months old) is more of a “whatchya doin guys? huh? huh? whatchya doin’? can I come? wanna play? ” at which point George would swat at her and say “Fuck off.”
Cheshire also wouldn’t refer to the other cats by name – they would be “the other one” (George) and “the little thing” (Sunny).