Good Companion
Back when I was a younger man I used to make long drives from Buffalo to Baltimore or Buffalo to New Haven.
There were months when I made those long commutes at least every other week.
That’s a lot of time in the car.
Back in those days I would pop in a tape or a CD and listen to music.
Bruce was featured a lot.
I spend time in the car these days too, but it’s usually just a couple of hours at a time. I don’t make many 5 or 6 hour plus drives these days.
But Friday I packed the car and headed out.
I didn’t have any cassettes or CD’s with me, but I programmed “Western Stars” first.
Great record.
Before long I was in Pennsylvania.
A beautiful sunny day. Music up loud. Hot coffee. Surrounded by green hills.
“Letter to You” followed as I thought about old college friends.
I called one.
“We gotta’ get together soon.”
I made my way into West Virginia and then smoothly transitioned into Virginia.
“What a beautiful country.”
And though I’d been dreading so many miles. I relaxed and sang along and let my mind wander.
Thinking of the kids, the pets, work and the beautiful wife.
I passed by a lot of Trump signs and that set my mind a flutter for quite awhile.
What a long strange trip it’s been since those long rides in the 80’s.
Bruce was still in the car.
Singing along with me.
“What a companion,” I thought.
I got out of the car at a rest stop. My ears were ringing a little.
My back was stiff and sore.
Wasn’t like that in the 80’s.
On the last leg of the trip I saw the sign for Charlottesville.
I wonder if 1980’s me would’ve even believed this last 5-year stretch of being an American citizen.
Probably not.
Lots to think about.
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