It seems like driving home always takes longer than driving away. But I had the help of my co-pilot (who took on Pennsylvania) and the Comfort Inn (who gave me a clean place to rest my weary head in Ohio).
Inspirational: In one of those random intersections of culture, Def Poetry Jam was on TV when we landed in Ohio. Really cool stuff. I may even try to throw some verse on here occasionally. Mos def.
Editorial/Obsessive: In airbrushed two-foot letters on the back of a semi truck: “Admit it, your jealous“. Note to sign painter: remember to turn on you’re spell-checker.
Performance: Me and the co-pilot roll in a sweet ride with no radio. So we passed an hour with headphones on, singing along to Achtung Baby. Sounded pretty good.
Entemological: Lightning bugs continue to glow for about a minute after they hit the car windshield at 71mph.
Confessional: I’m just going to say it– Hot for Teacher is a good song. Sure, the lyrics are juvenile and offensive, and the image of Diamond Dave in spandex is more than a little unsettling, but that percussive intro (is it engine exhaust, or drums, or both?), plus the guitar, plus the hooks, plus the harmonies, make for a cool tune, man. “I’ve got it bad, got it bad, got it bad…”.