I don’t know when I had fallen asleep, or for that matter fallen into a cryogenic freezer which has taken me to a point in the future, because when I wake up I’m surrounded by walls of ice and rock. ” What did you do?” I roar at the driver. They jump, startled by myContinue reading “Postcard #13: Colorado Mountains”
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Postcard #12: Backroad Driving
I can see the weariness dragging their face down, down, down, into a dark chamber where sleep waited patiently to welcome them. ” We’ve been here long enough,” I tell them to start the engine and it hums to life with an indignant snarl. I utter a quick apology; our abandonment and neglect of DarthContinue reading “Postcard #12: Backroad Driving”
Postcard #10: The Return of the Irish
“Take a left-” Kathump!” Preferably not over the trash can. Or the drunk college student. Vehicular manslaughter will not do well on your record.” After hurdling over a few bumps in the road, I finally manage to get them to turn into a drive thru. ” What do you want? It’s on me of course.”Continue reading “Postcard #10: The Return of the Irish”
Postcard #2: Iceland Round One
” Why are you starting here?” they say as I tell them of the destination I had in mind. I roll my eyes; I was definitely the kind of child that always asked ” Are we there yet?” about fifty million times if I didn’t have my face pressed against a window imagining a giantContinue reading “Postcard #2: Iceland Round One”
Postcards From Myself 