Chapter 7
June 26, 2015
The morning rainstorm cooled the temperatures. It didn’t last long. Pad looked at the car’s clock. He was more than halfway from Orlando to Tampa. Soon he passed Plant City, the sun peeked through the grey clouds. The clouds retreated as the sun rose higher in the sky.
He scrounged for his cheap Walgreens glasses. He approached Malfunction Junction, and two interstates—I-4 and 275—crossed and created a slowdown of vehicles as traffic peeled to the left to go downtown and the airport, other traffic moved off to the right, heading north.
Dammit. I should have taken MLK.
Just like Orlando, there were construction barrels here and there, mostly due to the expansion of the interstate at certain points. There was no denying that monies were being pumped into road con
