vacation notes
Maybe there’s no right speed at which to take a road trip. I drove too fast and felt I was missing everything interesting. I locked eyes with every beguiling sign that pointed down roads not taken: to the cryptozoology center, the jelly emporium, the supposed grave of a witch. Staccato of regrets. Then I drove too slow, and I was dithering in another du…
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