The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

5 September 2002

Wide open

There are none so blind as those who slide down the Interstate at 80 mph, unable to see anything beyond the frontage road. An example:

"I'm not sure where Dylan's Desolation Row is, but I-35 between Des Moines and the outer suburbs of Kansas City is pretty desolate in its own right; it's like all the farmers were given Federal subsidies to get as far away from it as possible."

From my very own World Tour log, this past summer. Obviously the rantings of a madman, and a tired madman at that.

And there was a gentle nudge today from Regions of Mind, reminding me — as many of us perhaps need reminding once in a while — that the rim of the world is neither desolate nor deserted.

Posted at 7:02 AM to Driver's Seat


Nicely said...

Posted by: Martin at 11:37 AM on 22 December 2003