I ease up on the gas, maintaining a limit of 65. I do not ease up on my death grip on the steering wheel. I’m leaning forward, every muscle tensed and tuned into every sound coming from the car. I need to intuit what the eff is going on, and Read more…
August 25. leg 1 I’m supposed to be hitting the road by noon. I’m supposed to have already sent boxes by media mail, the cheapest way to ship weighty items when time is not of the essence. I am a great planner, but not always an awesome executor of plans. Read more…
The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion 8 min @ Hub Coffeehouse It was a bad version of a Monty Python skit. Shit kept going wrong and Cam kept insisting he was fine. He was turning the corner, not to worry. It was a long-ass corner, a never-ending bend. But Read more…