Two Firsts

This morning I experienced two things for the first time ever. I will now share, because that’s what oversharing nerds like me do.

First: It was really muggy in the house this morning. The temperature was okay (low 70’s) but the humidity was off the scale. There I was, trying to get dressed but sweating so much I couldn’t stay dry. I did what I usually do on days like this. I cranked the air conditioner and stood in front of a vent until I could get dressed. We have a new thermostat that is internet connected. It has a function that lets you set a low temp and a high temp and it tries to keep the temp in the house in between. It was set with a low of 70 and a high of 73. I wanted lots of cold air so I changed the range to a low of 64 and a high of 67. It worked. The cold air came out in full force.

Then I left for work without changing it back. DAMN IT! I was at the gas station filling up the Nissan when I remembered. I tried using the new Apple Watch app but it wasn’t working. I was standing at the pump and my phone was inside the car and the connection was kinda weak so I wasn’t able to fix anything. Once I got in the car I used the iPhone app and set the range back to 70-73.

I set the thermostat in my living room while I was at a gas station half a mile from home. Yeah, that’s a first for me. Welcome to the 21st century!

Second: If the thermostat is a 21st century thing, then this is more like a 1920’s thing. It wasn’t anything I did, just something I saw.

Traffic on route 93 South was a little slow today, but not too bad. Once I hit route 128 South though it gummed up pretty bad. For those of you who don’t live in the Glorious Land of Eastern Massachusetts, when I say MA route 128 I am referring to what the rest of the East Coast calls US 95. You know, the road that runs all the way from Maine to Florida.

The junction between US 93 and MA 128/US 95 is a little north of Boston. Ten miles or so, give or take. As I was getting to the end of the ramp onto 128 I saw something that I have never seen before. It was like something out of a Life Magazine from the Great Depression. There was a guy standing in the breakdown lane. He was holding a piece of cardboard, probably torn off of a box, with “New York” written on it. I kid you not, there was a guy standing on the side of the biggest highway on the East coast trying to bum a ride from Boston to New York. That’s better than 200 miles.

Seeing a hitchhiker is pretty rare these days. Seeing one on an Interstate highway with a sign denoting his destination is so rare that I am sure I’ve never seen it. When I was a kid I knew a couple of guys who would hitchhike from their homes in South Tewksbury all the way to the bowling alley near the Lowell line (near where the Home Depot is today). I thought bumming a ride that far was a death wish. This dude today put that to shame!