Saturday, September 18, 2010

One Hundred Thirty-Seven

you watch what they do and try to figure it out and no matter what some of it just stays dumb. Or boring. But you have to be so old in order to drive and Emily wants to drive because when you can drive you go where you want to go, not where somebody else thinks you ought to go. There are highways to everywhere, and if the road runs out, and it’s hard to imagine the roads ever running out because there’s always just another one you can turn onto which will take you someplace else, but if the


Elisabeth said...

This unexpected journey is endlessly fascinating, Glenn, like the roads you describe here. As you write, there's always another post, another turn, another stretch to travel along. Thanks.

Glenn Ingersoll said...

Wow. A reader! Thanks for the note.

Oh. And I see I lost a blogger "follower" ... some roads aren't roads one wants to go down!