After my mother's death, Marie and I ended up with a lovely patio set and a buffet. Of course, we couldn't fit them into the XTerra, so we had to do the U-Haul. Don't get me wrong, it was a great truck. It was clean, had under 40,000 miles on it, was big enough to do the job, small enough not to be cumbersome. It even had FM radio and air conditioning. Believe me, I mention this because I've had worse.
One problem though, there was a ping that we could not figure out. Marie finally started screaming and I began to blot it out. What was it? Don't really know, but we told the folks who rented us the truck.
One other thing was curious though...
Near the end of the trip, the radio turned itself up. Really! The radio turned itself up. There was even a counter on the volume switch and it went up 11...12...13...before we turned the knob ourselves and got it under control. As odd as it was, it was the song that was perfect for a U-Haul moving lawn furniture through the Ozark hills and curves in southern Missouri.
The song was "Slow Ride" by Foghat. It doesn't get any better than that.
Pings of the sort you describe are often deeply rooted and repressed feelings of guilt over matters we have kidded ourselves into thinking of no matter but that actually are quite consequential, particulary as they relate to national security.
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