
Traveling is a solo art. But the truth blooms quiet late in life. By the time it comes our limbs would have run out of all youth it once was bristling with. Remember the first trips out? Parents chose our destinations at a time our language hadn’t ossified into intelligible whole. Either they or we played dumb. We pointed North, they took us South. The folks took our prattle for ice-cream to a demand for movies. They heard ‘schools’ when … Continue reading