I finished my clinic at the Augusta State Medical Prison and headed out through all its gates. Waiting for each to buzz me through I would attend an email here or there. I had been in the endings of Madeline L’Engle’s book The Other Side of the Sun. What and ending, what an ending, but that is another story. I had been sprinkling sentences and paragraphs in catching what Stella caught in her trying days of the the post-civil war American south.
On the way to the car I called my dad who’s John Deere riding lawn mower has given up its ghost; he sought recommendations. No answer. “Ok, I’ll try again later, or maybe shoot off an email from Starbucks.” So went my thoughts. After pushing the starting button on my Tacoma I opened Moon+ Reader Pro, my reading app, and pressed play. A few sentences came through my smartphone’s speaker before it tethered into the Tacoma’s bluetooth and the richer reading sound of the truck’s speakers continued on that story.
Well, not in my stomach, and not in my heart, but patience, patience I say. I’ll come to it.
No reversing was required and so straight out of the sparking spot went the truck and off through the parking lot. East on Gordon Highway I turned; mostly uneventful, just one pickup decided to pull across about a tire’s width into my lane, but no worries and on I went. Traffic got a bit heavier after approaching I-520. There I followed this Cadillac CTS which I’d let get in front of me on two occasions. It is funny how a car here and there on the road can sort of become a traveling companion. [Read more…]