A sign from god, gods or goddess or....(Cthulhu perhaps)

It is good to be back dear constant reader.

Make sure you check out my last few "back from the dead" posts

Redux:
http://myroadredux.blogspot.ca/2014/03/redux.html

on Candy Darling:
http://myroadredux.blogspot.ca/2014/03/beautiful-darling.html

As I have said before my personality is not a happy go lucky one and I have had to deal with bouts of depression throughout my life.

I have much to be thankful for and some things to be upset and angry about, the other night I was letting the later bring me down.

Driving home after a long day at work (yes I am grateful to be employed and passing...but still I am woefully underemployed with the pay packet to match) and away from my children who I spent the evening with, making dinner, ensuring homework done etc. 

As I cruised over the Skyway bridge that separates Burlington Bay from Lake Ontario, my mind returned to the though of what it would be like to drive the car off the bridge. No I am not suicidal but I recognize the thought as the onset of a depressive period I thought I had beaten into submission.


It was a beautiful night, no stars but clear beneath the clouds, the lights of the city and the flames of the steel mills in sharp relief. At that moment I was passed by a white 1978 Cadillac Coupe deVille (425 V8) moving at a highly illegal rate of speed closely pursued by a Jaguar XJ sedan.


The incongruous sight left me momentarily speechless, then I think I cheered. Was there a story there? Two vintage cars racing, underworld feud, caffeine withdrawal hallucination. Whatever it was, it was so damn cool it reignited my guttering spirit.

and what was playing on my stereo...the Repo Man soundtrack