Bereft of any real understanding of what’s about to happen, you’ll smile at the other travelers as you head north on I-95. Palms will fade to cypress trees as the sun crests over the horizon. You’ll think: “I’ve heard people talk about ‘finding themselves’ on long drives like this. That idea seemed silly before, but today — here and now, on this most glorious morning — I understand. Things just make sense out here.” This is when you’ll catch your first whiff of cat poop… [READ THE REST]
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