When you spend three hours a day in a car, you get your kicks where you can. There are nine lights between our exit and where we park the van. Ten if you count the stop sign. On Tuesday afternoon, we exited the freeway. For a wonder, the first light was green. Paul guided the […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
Our van had reindeer antlers for exactly 57 hours. Our van is very festive during the holiday season. Paul, our vanpool leader, is sort of Griswold-family-Christmas manic about this. We have a bright red bow tied to one of the oh-shit handles on the passenger side of the van. We have a mesh bag […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
Cab drivers are an interesting group of people. Every one that I’ve ever met seems to to walk a fine line between eccentricity and being totally unhinged. I recently met a cab driver who fell squarely into the latter group. My driver was a tall, thin, bald man dressed in jeans and a checked short […]Continue Reading... 4 Comments.
I know this is ridiculous, but I hate when I have to turn my windshield wipers on High. There are ten thousand things to worry about on the road other than windshield wiper speed, but I hate it anyway. There’s something about the whooshing back and forth on High that strikes me as manic. It […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
It was six o’clock on a Wednesday morning. The sun was just beginning to turn the sky pink behind us. I sat in the middle row of our nine passenger van looking out the right side window but not really seeing the other cars on Interstate 59. I stretched my feet out in front of […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.