Archive for February 1st, 2008

Somewhere in Middle America

I had to pull over and look at this tree. I was drawn to it. Maybe it’s that I felt, or sometimes feel, as lonely and isolated.
My drive was desolate and treacherous on the way to Baxter Springs, Kansas. I nearly had a head-on collision with a white pick-up truck that slammed into the highway divider in front of me and then layed sideways in the middle of the road and in my way. A few crashes and near disasters in New England trained me well. Never slam on the breaks. Pump them if you don’t have anti-lock breaks, but never over react. At least that’s what ran through my mind at a fraction of a second approximately 135 times in my 14 hour drive.