letter to jeff
One of my favorite weekend games is when we pick a direction and go, no plan, just you and me and the road. Going west into eastern Ohio is like time travel, and I try to imagine what we would have been like if we had met in 1979. We trade the GPS for a map and after only a few years of technical geography, I’ve almost forgotten how to read one. You assure me it’s impossible to be lost in America, but I see how you grip the wheel when we miss an exit. As we drive along Route 65, I see a photo of you and me that has yet to be taken: the two of us leaning against an old car outside a dusty motel. A neon sign, the setting sun, a slice of moon. We are laughing. The map catches in the wind, flies out of our hands.
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LaLuna49 (14 months ago | reply)
Gorgeous writing, and love the Neal Cassady/Jack Kerouac imagery!
mnemonic999 (14 months ago | reply)
super shot, emotive writing. @LaLuna49 yes, updated version of "On the road".
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radoznala (14 months ago | reply)
thank you both for your encouragement - i was nervous about this one, the last writing i did for the conversation project. i'm glad to hear positive feedback!
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