Exactly Where I Need To Be

It’s 7:45 on an overcast Saturday morning and I can’t believe I’m already out on the road. Great time to drive, though; no traffic at all.  It’s easier to speed, too, and I steal a glance at the speedometer—five miles under the speed limit. God, when did I become such an old man? Eh…I continue … More Exactly Where I Need To Be

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