Driving
November 5, 2022
C. and I are trying to determine our best route to Vegas.
Windshield
Ohio. Sunset: 8:49pm. I wonder if the health of a society can be pegged to the nerves of its motorists.
Plaza
A modern marvel where you can eat fast food on top of eight lanes of freeway traffic.
Road
I still remember the frantic voice of a late-night caller who said, “We can’t get the blood out of our eyes fast enough to see what’s coming next.”
Detach
I remember speeding across a blank Oklahoma plain dotted with pump jacks and cattle pens.
Toll
Sometimes I dream about tollbooth operators, the half-glimpsed faces with cigarettes on their lips, their left hands forever clutching a quarter and a dime in change.
Further
You can never see further than your headlights—an old slice of trucker philosophy that makes more sense with each passing year.