Monday, September 08, 2008
FROM MORNING DRIVE JOURNAL
SEPTEMBER 9, 2002
Haze and humidity. A working sun. Another house is going up down in the Mary Lane suburb of Fairwater.
My parents visited on the weekend, and I've told good-bye this morning and sent them off, back to Iowa. It was a short visit. They will stop for apples in Gays Mill on the way home.
Radio talks about On the Road, a far different benzadrined rush than my Vagabond shall be, perhaps. Yet perhaps Vagabond shall be a rush, I cannot know this early on.
SEPTEMBER 9, 2002
Haze and humidity. A working sun. Another house is going up down in the Mary Lane suburb of Fairwater.
My parents visited on the weekend, and I've told good-bye this morning and sent them off, back to Iowa. It was a short visit. They will stop for apples in Gays Mill on the way home.
Radio talks about On the Road, a far different benzadrined rush than my Vagabond shall be, perhaps. Yet perhaps Vagabond shall be a rush, I cannot know this early on.
