I did my first solo road trip in 1980 over Labor Day. I was 21. I had a brand new 1980 Mustang, a few dollars, and was itching to drive. My friends, who couldn’t go with me, were appalled. Alone! What about serial killers? My parents didn’t blink an eye. I grew up doing 3000-mile road trips. Of course, I would want to take the car out and about.
I had a few dollars but not a lot of dollars. I plotted the trip carefully. Milwaukee to Huntington WV where I could stay with my best friend from high school.
Oh, what a glorious drive it was. I was young. I was single. I had a gleaming new car. I had 8-tracks of my favorite music and I had no particular time I was expected to be anywhere.
I like walking in the morning after a big snow. The fluffy kind that eddies and swirls with each step. When the silence is so profound it is a roar. When all you can see is white. Frosted trees, curious mounds that used to be lawn furniture, and the small tracks of some wild animal out foraging for breakfast. When air sparkles silver and the shadows make interesting images on the white canvas of the snow.
I like walking at lunchtime with my close friend who is also my boss to the restaurant we have chosen for lunch. I cannot often afford to do this any longer, but I miss those walks. Idle chatter, not related to work, feet pounding cement, me trying to keep up with a woman nine years my senior.
I like writing unless I have a formal project to work on and then I procrastinate it. I do a lot of head-writing but don’t put it on paper. Fear of failure? Needing an adrenaline surge to produce? Right now, I have hanging over my head, an article that I need to write from an interview of one of my all-time favorite people.
I think this piece will get a reasonably large readership. Everyone knows her and everyone loves her. She’s more fun than a box of puppies.
I like having an audience. I do write to know what I think, but I also write to be read. Of course, I have some pieces that will never see an editor’s pen, but others I want out there for anyone to read at will.