when I think of shifting into fourth, getting on the 5, driving my Volkswagen Bug through the lonely highways of an impoverished desert to my abundant coast, the roads from Las Vegas to San Diego. It was a cloudy, drizzly afternoon if I remember correctly. But that’s just the point, as the thought is more like a whisper, like something I might have wrong. Because the weather is almost never like that there now. Back then it rained more, though. And now…
