On the road again…
Right now I’m in the car with two screaming children. I’m somewhere on 81, probably in the endless stretch of green I like to call “Virginia.” I’m singing along with Patrick Bloom. I’m thinking about stopping the car to stretch my legs, eyeing the rest stops and wondering whether it’s time yet for “chicken donuts and fench fies.”
No. Not yet. Not just yet.
I’m in a hurry. Happy to be. On my way to see you. Homeward bound.
Tags: driving, home highway 81
September 26th, 2008 at 7:03 am
Laurel — I live in the rainforest of Virgina and 81 is no picnic. Beware the trucks! It’ll probably be too late by the time you read this but Rt. 29 between DC and Danville is much nicer, though slower.