Rock and Roll

Yeah! I had something other than driving to write about. Family squabbles.

Driving driving driving, all I do is driving. Concrete and asphalt, mile after mile; the time goes by in my head or on the radio, but the landscape is tops. It's OK if the hills are small, they're beautiful as hell. And then there's that ocean of gas in the sky, with the cinematic clouds.

But it's work, a lot of constant work; checking while droning, and making adjustments. Got to pilot this beast. The closer you are to the city the greater the demand. Turn the radio off and pay attention. But usually you can listen. Rock and Roll goes great downtown, through the canyons. The Big Dig deprives future generations of 91 through Boston. That was Rock and Roll!

I say that as a tourist, of course.