Last summer I was visiting my hometown. I was at a friend’s place at a nearby lake for the day. After a great day of catching up with old friends and spending some time on the boat, it was time to get home. I rode my motorcycle there, but another friend also needed to get home that night, so I borrowed our host’s truck and left my bike there until the next day.
As I entered town on a stretch of four-lane highway, I was coming up behind a semi-truck traveling slowly. It was dark, and its lights were bright, so I changed lanes to pass.
And then -lights!Continue reading “The Next Day: A Post for the Age(s)”