On the Road Again

 

Driving through the vast nothingness which is I-90 in Eastern Washington, Chappell Roan singing about doing drag in West Hollywood, Abby next to me. The 2001 CRV, packed to the gills with Abby s gear for her sophomore dorm. I often ask myself how we got here. By car, is the obvious answer. More specifically, I am riding across the country because Abby wants her car at Holyoke, which I support. She had planned to drive with a friend, but that person had something suddenly come up--the realization that taking out 50k a year in loans to go to a private art school is insanity.  Can't say I disagree with that assessment. So, here I am, using my precious vacation to spend quality time with Abby. The good news, besides spending a few more days with her, is that we have similar taste in music. A Carole King cover is  playing now by Lucy Dacus. I can do that. We reach Missoula tonight, a mere 500 mile drive. Tomorrow we will stop driving when we reach the Crow Nation. On Monday I am taking Abby to the Little Big Horn. I've been a couple times, but it always makes me happy to see evidence of successful resistance to tyranny, however fleeting.

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