I’m on the road. I’m in a rental car. The university gave me a Ford Focus, which is fine enough for a rental car.
I was on the flat, open country to the north. And now I’m in a hotel room after a perfectly anonymous dinner where I read magazine articles while a server absentmindedly sang while she swept and did her cut work. She had a lovely voice.
I’ve been to this city one time before, but The Yankee made that trip six years ago and I’m on the road on my own this time.
Six years ago today, in fact. Weird.
Where am I? Tell you tomorrow.
