It’s tragic, really
To spend two days driving and not have any time to enjoy one of my favorite cities is a tragedy. But that’s not what this trip is about. Mostly, so far it’s about old people in white Dodge Caravans with things hanging from their rearview mirrors and a full set of multicolor “remember” ribbon bumper stickers driving mountain roads like they’re running out of gas or scared or both and not realizing that a “Turn Out” is not an encouragement to vote on November 4, but a way to let the 63 cars backing up behind you by. Just saying.
