89 Miles of Interrupted Thought

Getting to San Francisco from any direction is a tough commute,

Had to drive to San Francisco this week—89 miles from house to destination via Interstate 80 West.  Left at 9:01 a.m. and arrived at 11:20 a.m., exhausted by passing four separate accident scenes, alternating driving speeds from 70 mph and a dead stop.

I try to use trips like this to think with the radio off. There is no agenda—just whatever comes to mind. Mental roulette. On this drive the longest I could go without an interruption ( braking) was about five minutes. Perhaps, it was appropriate that when I reached the toll booth area for the San Francisco Bay Bridge. I came to a complete stop next to a woman in a small brown car with the window down and  the unmistakable scent of marijuana coming my way. End of story.

Published by 67steffen

My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.

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