I’m not sure where I’ve been either because I haven’t been anywhere.
From Denver to the corner of Kansas, the country roads that run perpendicular to the highway are given the names of the letters of the alphabet, from A all the way to Z, and then starting at AA all the way to ZZ again. You may see two cars on your way past CC and hitting QQ, but certainly not more than three. I would probably put a gun to my mouth if I had to live on one of these double-lettered barren roads, but for an hour or so, being swallowed by the treeless hills you can believe that us little humans have little effect on the landscape. That makes me feel less guilty of my footprint.We’d be impossible to spot.
And when it gets dark, why, it gets real dark.
January 9th, 2013 at 5:12 pm
I am quite familiar with these roads, Zulieka. Quite familiar. So familiar I can’t get into it.
I think I’m in love with a blogger I’ve never actually spoken to, Zulieka. I cannot stop thinking about him. Will you email me so we can discuss this? I’m not sure what email to use to contact you.
Did I ever mention that novella I wrote several years back that has you in it, along with a handful of other Mommy Bloggers? I should send it to you if you’re interested.
I hope you and your family is doing well. I’m in the process of filing for Ch. 7 bankruptcy myself. I’m not sure why you and Fred don’t do this.