Back on the road in a rental car. Detroit bound in a Hyundai. Some guy at a rest stop is trying to remember the names of all fifty states. He’s writing them down. He’s stuck at 48. I think he’s forgetting Rhode Island and something else.

Setting the trip odometer to zero always gives me a thrill. So do toll booths. I love the feel of rumble strips and tossing some quarters in a basket and gunning the engine.

I like going. I don’t like arriving. Maybe someday I’ll hire a shrink and work on this.