Flashing Lights in my Rearview Mirror

Well, I can no longer say that I've never been pulled over. Last night on the way back from Dr. Sillars' party, I was driving down a small street that I thought had been 7 East when all of a sudden the road was gone. It took a sharp left corner, and straight ahead was a one way street going the wrong direction. By the time I realized what had happened, I would have had to back up to turn on the street, and there was a lot of traffic behind me. I looked ahead, and there was no one coming, so I decided the safest thing to do was just go on forward and turn around in this little parking lot on the right about 50 ft. ahead. No sooner had I begun to implement my plan, however, than the night sky was lit up by red and blue disco lights. I went ahead and pulled into the parking lot and waited for the cop to get out. He was very nice, just asked for my license and registration and if I was lost. I didn't think I was, but when I told him I was heading for Purcellville and he kinda went, "oh, boy," I realized I must be. While he went back to his cruiser to make sure I wasn't some desperate escaped convict on the lam, I figured out what had happened. I had taken 7 alright, but it was 7 West, not East. Oops. Anyway, he explained to me how to get on 7 East from there, which was relatively easy for this area, and I made it back alright. So I didn't get a ticket or anything, but I can't brag to Hannah anymore about not having been pulled over as much as she has been. Drat.

Frail Children of Dust

O worship the King, all glorious above,
O gratefully sing His power and His love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise

O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space,
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm

Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend