Observations

There are places on this earth. Little towns, quiet places where everyone is obligated by some unspoken social contract to wave when passing. It wasn't until I started driving across the country that I started to notice it. Tiny places nestled in whispering trees. Places where the branches reach over the road, creating endless tunnels and sky bridges. When the telephone wires stretch the roads like crucifixes, you can see the tree branches dipping to avoid the line.

I've always avoided lines, such as grocery store lines, lines that stretch on forever like these old highways. How am I supposed to wait for twenty minutes behind people with mountains of canned goods in shopping carts. All I need is a toothbrush and a pack of gum. That's why I always go to stores in the dead of night. Convenient stores, worth the extra few quarters to not have to wait in any lines