An Education
I took a long drive today. I remembered an image of Wolverine on a Harley telling someone he needed to ride for a bit. He needed to “kick out the jams” and that sounded about right. I don’t have a Harely, I have an old Ford, but whatever “jams” are, I’m pretty sure I got some o’ those. I decided to revisit the places where I got my education growing up. On the several-hour journey I passed by and ignored my old high school and both a community college in North Carolina and a junior college in Georgia where I was briefly enrolled in my teenage years before Asheville and 207 and all the girls. I stopped at the movie theatres where I saw Ghostbusters and Pulp Fiction and The Matrix. It was a good day.
