128, 84, 115
Well, you could put a buck on them and maybe win some money on your state’s lottery. It happened here in a very unusual way and, as much as this sounds like baloney, I myself read it on my radio show from the local newspaper and it happened locally to the funeral director in the next town. (We’ll get to the main topic in a moment.)
Seems as how this fellow lost his wife and the undertaker, George Strish, gave him a good cut on the funeral. It was still too much for the widower and, as they traveled to the cemetery, he was not only terribly distressed over the loss of his wife, but how he could possibly raise the extra $1000 he owed George. As he looked at the hearse’s license plate, he decided to play the number, which came in at $1,000.
Topic: 128, 84, 115 are all highways. They all end with startling finality and only one will not kill you.
I lived on 128, very close to the end, and if you blew the last traffic light, you ended up in Gloucester Harbor. Score one for Neptune, king of the deep.
84 runs from the Mass Pike to nearby Scranton. If you miss the exit to the connecting highway, you run smack into a huge, and I mean huge, boulder.
115 is nicer. It comes down the mountain with two runaway truck turnoffs and ends with a sign saying the road numbering has just changed to 309.
Seems as how this fellow lost his wife and the undertaker, George Strish, gave him a good cut on the funeral. It was still too much for the widower and, as they traveled to the cemetery, he was not only terribly distressed over the loss of his wife, but how he could possibly raise the extra $1000 he owed George. As he looked at the hearse’s license plate, he decided to play the number, which came in at $1,000.
Topic: 128, 84, 115 are all highways. They all end with startling finality and only one will not kill you.
I lived on 128, very close to the end, and if you blew the last traffic light, you ended up in Gloucester Harbor. Score one for Neptune, king of the deep.
84 runs from the Mass Pike to nearby Scranton. If you miss the exit to the connecting highway, you run smack into a huge, and I mean huge, boulder.
115 is nicer. It comes down the mountain with two runaway truck turnoffs and ends with a sign saying the road numbering has just changed to 309.
posted by Tom Carten at 1:23 AM
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128, 84, 115
What do these numbers have in common?
Route numbers on the way to Boston?
Well, they will lead you there (although 128 technically circles the city), but that's not what I was looking for. As soon as I get the blog written, you'll see.
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