The Last Monday before the Biggest Commercial Holiday
in the shipping community (of which I am a part of by way of employment) is considered D-Day. That is, it is hell on earth, a raging torrent of boxes and pissed off people. You remember that scene in Apocalypse Now where the dude is all fucked up going "The horror!...the horror!..."? It was like that. For eleven hours. I can't feel parts of my legs.