I Love highways. They're so American -- three lanes of speed and heavy metal and intention. The best thing about them is how optimistic they seem. Today, riding in the back seat through St. Louis, I saw an exit to a highway running North and South and the signs said "North to Chicago" and "South to Memphis."
I just love that those seem like the only options. Great asphalt pathways to great destinations. Everyone is taking their big car off to big places, right? If I were a tour guide in charge of sharing the U.S. experience, I'd pack everyone into air conditioned sedans and head in the direction with the most promising exit signs.
I just love that those seem like the only options. Great asphalt pathways to great destinations. Everyone is taking their big car off to big places, right? If I were a tour guide in charge of sharing the U.S. experience, I'd pack everyone into air conditioned sedans and head in the direction with the most promising exit signs.
3 Comments:
These are just the most beautiful posts. You have a real knack for showing the wonderfulness in the ordinary.
Thanks, that's sweet. :)
Okay, you two are making me nauseated. :)
Seriously.
No, really, I agree. I'm glad you're still writing, Rocky. (It pains me to call you that, since you will always be Melissa to me. But it we're going to be grown-up friends, I guess I'd better call you by your grown-up name.)
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