Daily Broadway Show

 I'm at the point in my semi-regular morning commute to the ASU campus where I know how many lanes I must switch in order to get off at the right exit. Coming down the 101 that means after I cross the river and pass the first exit, I need to get three lanes over to the right to get off at the Broadway exit, and on the frontage road I must switch three lanes immediately to the right, being wary of traffic, in order to turn right onto Broadway itself and follow it westward. Soon this delicate ballet will become second nature, the way things do when we drive the same routes.

I don't like the merge to the right on the frontage road, but it is the price to be paid for this right, which has no left turns at lights all the way to my destination. 

To wit--follow Broadway westward, further than I think, until it narrows to two lanes each direction, going past St. Augustine Episcopal Church and turning right finally on Mill Street to follow it north. After the vidaduct, Mill makes a strange left turn onto itself going north, because of the strange curvature in the street pattern. Then at the light, turn right onto the campus and immediately right within ten feet into the quick access of the Parking Lot 3 which is the huge one around the Gammage Performing Arts Center at the edge of campus, where I find a lonely visitor spot and park. By now I have learned I can purchase the parking permit before I leave in the morning (always remembering to press the final "purchase permit" hiding at the bottom of what appears to be final screen but it is not. 

This route---Broadway, followed by parking next to the Performing Arts Center is pleasing to me. It makes me feel like I am going to show, or participating in one.Around the performing arsts center, trailers for the last touring show that flanked by lonely parking spot have disappeared last weekend at the end of its month long run, but its banners are still on the lampposts along Mill Street

Parking there lets me continue the conceit that I am cast member. It is not the worst feeling in the world, nor is it the worst metaphor for what I feel I am doing everyday. Combine that with being on a college campus, and I have rich allegorical concept for my daily work existence, at least the basic outline of one.  I pity anyone who can't live like this, even though sometimes it feels like a form of insanity.