The road talks to me. I road a school bus to school for twelve years,
and the conversation began in a linguistic awareness achieved around
third grade. I noted how passing by corn rows caused an animation
effect as I briefly glimpsed down each row. I noticed how on rainy
days or during the snow melt, water ran along the roads in what seemed
to me one continuous ditch. I even told my friend, the boy unafraid of
anything, that I was President of the Long Running River. He believed
it for a few days, and then I needed another story for this 2nd Grader
who sat in the bus seat nearer the window. I practiced seeing how far
I could look over the fields, sometimes green with winter wheat or
brown in overturned slices of loam. I have verified in my adulthood
that at times, I could see farther than two miles. I am driving to Detroit, and I always pause for a few moments at the
7-11 at Perry Corners, Michigan. It stands on the southwestern corner
of I-96 & M-52. I talked with a woman who came in to buy magic
potions, a RockStar energy drink for herself and a chocolate bar for
her toddler son. I'm another, dosing myself with 5 Hour energy and
cough drops to open up my nasal passages. The bottle of water could be
a pure purchase if bottled water didn't piss thoughtful people off. I saw a sedan awaiting a tow from its position at the bottom of a long
shoulder grade, stopped only by woodlot trees . A State Trooper
cruiser and a tow truck had just arrived. The road surface looled dry,
sol I assume the man, stuck in the car but peering out the window, had
fallen asleep at wheel. I saw a wild turkey but only one strutting along the scrubby shrubby
shoulder. I counted only one incident of deer carnage, about a day
old, that looked as if the corpsed had been skinned. I saw a red
tailed hawk glide over the roadway, allowing me to study its
underwings as I passed under. I noticed two double loads of hardwood
logs, hopefully on its way to a lumber mill and not a paper mill or a
firewood operation. Is a functioning paper mill left in Michigan The
road has revealed no great secrets to me today, but it has shown me
epiphanies before and might surprise me with epiphany at any time.
ONWARD.
and the conversation began in a linguistic awareness achieved around
third grade. I noted how passing by corn rows caused an animation
effect as I briefly glimpsed down each row. I noticed how on rainy
days or during the snow melt, water ran along the roads in what seemed
to me one continuous ditch. I even told my friend, the boy unafraid of
anything, that I was President of the Long Running River. He believed
it for a few days, and then I needed another story for this 2nd Grader
who sat in the bus seat nearer the window. I practiced seeing how far
I could look over the fields, sometimes green with winter wheat or
brown in overturned slices of loam. I have verified in my adulthood
that at times, I could see farther than two miles. I am driving to Detroit, and I always pause for a few moments at the
7-11 at Perry Corners, Michigan. It stands on the southwestern corner
of I-96 & M-52. I talked with a woman who came in to buy magic
potions, a RockStar energy drink for herself and a chocolate bar for
her toddler son. I'm another, dosing myself with 5 Hour energy and
cough drops to open up my nasal passages. The bottle of water could be
a pure purchase if bottled water didn't piss thoughtful people off. I saw a sedan awaiting a tow from its position at the bottom of a long
shoulder grade, stopped only by woodlot trees . A State Trooper
cruiser and a tow truck had just arrived. The road surface looled dry,
sol I assume the man, stuck in the car but peering out the window, had
fallen asleep at wheel. I saw a wild turkey but only one strutting along the scrubby shrubby
shoulder. I counted only one incident of deer carnage, about a day
old, that looked as if the corpsed had been skinned. I saw a red
tailed hawk glide over the roadway, allowing me to study its
underwings as I passed under. I noticed two double loads of hardwood
logs, hopefully on its way to a lumber mill and not a paper mill or a
firewood operation. Is a functioning paper mill left in Michigan The
road has revealed no great secrets to me today, but it has shown me
epiphanies before and might surprise me with epiphany at any time.
ONWARD.
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