Ten-thousand street signs faithfully wait for a set of bored eyes to humor or inform, or better yet, conform. Surrounded by gas stations and fast food joints. Gift shops galore! Still, we wait, and five more miles down the road we are forced to turn around. Often times there is no warning until another dark stretch of smooth concrete is the only thing that can be seen. The hardest part is slowing down the car, preparing to stop, and actually getting out. Slip on your shoes, rub your eyes, get your thoughts together. Opening up the car door and stepping foot on foreign ground is sometimes a disturbing experience.
February 1, 1999