Half way done begun

Driving in my car I listen to tapes. Of music, essays, comedic farces, but so many of them are halfway through. Tape decks in cars are notoriously slow. You know? Like there is some government mandate that says this must be so. The economic collapse will continue and the terrorists win if the tapes in cars rewound at a reasonable speed. But because of this slowness, I don’t rewind. I just continue to listen to the tape from where ever it is. The last half and then the first of an album. Never mind the artistic integrity of the set list that was design with great care by the musical artists. Halfway through and then begun the essays that I fully understand only after hearing the first part of the argument, last. The comedic genus that is at first wasted and then relished as the set up for previous jokes is finally understood. It’s too bad really.