Monday, February 25, 2008

leaving D.C.

I like planning a departure. I like arriving. I like staying. Leaving’s not for me.

Even though it is part of the American experience. Individual freedom, food in the grocery store and leaving. An American trilogy.

And so I learn to live with it.


The familiar wait for the Yellow Line (why is it always late?), the added burden of going to the barracks of the Northwest terminal, the delays, the flight over the city I’m leaving behind…


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...the Detroit layover and the short flight into cloudy, cold and on the verge of snow Madison.

Work. It will take over my days and I'll forget all. Add that to the trilogy. Or does that make it a quadrilogy?

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