Friday, December 19, 2003

Road Trip

Full day today kerouacking about in Connecticut with Virginia and her tall drink of water live-in Ryan. First to the DMV in Springfield to clear up a potentially license-threatening list of past offences recently accumulated to a height above the radar, just because it was on the way; then to breakfast in a real diner, hash and eggs and split red potato home fries, in the quaint township nearest Wesleyan College because we were running too early; finally via miles of deep suburban woods and saltbox houses to a garage where we picked up Darcie's Christmas present, a gliding rocker purchased off Ebay, from a pretty young woman holding a long-haired girl not much older than Willow.

Mostly driving, of course. It had been a long time since I spent hours watching the trees blur, faster in foreground than background, out the window in the back seat of someone else's car. There was something cinematic, almost satisfying about the whole drive back, dozing in and out of the raw beats soundtrack Ryan, cofounder of beat-and-production-factory komadose, played on the CD player in an air-hissing silence otherwise unbroken.

I tend to be a driver in life, but not all paths are walked in loneliness, or should be. To truly share the journey, each must ride and row. Thanks, God, for the humble miracles, the meditative joys, the salve of soul, of trust and passengerhood -- of being in someone else's hands quite literally:



Blessed are you, Lord our God, King of the universe, who wrought miracles for our ancestors, and at this season.

And Happy Hannukah, everyone.

posted by boyhowdy | 10:04 PM |

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