11 January 2012

What's in a name?

Welcome to Holden.  Population: weeds, trash, dirt, maybe a farmer or 2.  Located in the wastelands of Utah. I drive past this charming little...plot of land...on every trip to Southern Utah, Vegas, or California.  I smile for my name's sake.

Last week, whilst driving back from San Diego, on the final homestretch of the 11-hour journey, I was pulled over.  The Po-Po.  The Heat.  The 5-0.  The Fuzz. (That one's for you, Annie.)  They got me.  First time I've been pulled over since the week I got my license when I was 15, and a ginger version of Hitler asked for my registration and I gave him a receipt for a car tune-up.

But I wasn't even mad.  Why?  Because I was pulled over in Holden.  I was too impressed by the irony to be bothered.

1 comment:

  1. i hope victor doesn't see this post. he loves the fuzz.