Ten

I give to you a memory in eleventy-one words...

I woke at five; the sun shone in the big sky. My destiny lay with a half-packed sedan. I cracked a can of Ensure – care of my grandmother – and eased onto I-94. Billings, Bozeman, Butte buzzed by. There was a sign indicating Custer’s last stand. Poor dumb bastard. I checked the paper map to see my progress. Coeur d’Alene by two. A long and winding road. A pit stop for petrol and vittles. I hit George, Washington at five. The Mitsubishi climbed into the Cascades. Seattle at six. I found my way to Eighth and Olive, inserted a quarter, dialed. ‘Do you know where George Washington is?’


Ten years ago today.