Thousand: Three Hundred Eighty-One

each distant place, wishing you were here, having a great time, looking forward to seeing you in all the old familiar places. Like on the way to hell. “Dear Bernie,” said one card, “You should open your eyes now and look around. Please do it quickly.” Curious. How can you read with your eyes closed? “We are on the road, Bernie,” the card continued. “You signed the contract for a round trip, which I will do my best to provide, although there’s no guarantee for that sort of thing, you know. No guarantees. You acknowledged that when you signed the