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Sunday, September 01, 2002
I discovered (realized, actually) my favorite thing to do: drive home from college.
I love to take the back way -- staying off the major highways -- and wind around on the county and state roads. I see such sites as the beautiful town of Humphreys and an old, wrecked, and rusty truck in the woods somewhere on State Highway 139.
I also love to listen to some good music on the way. I usually listen to either The Gorillaz, Jimmy Eat World, or P.O.D.'s Satellite. This time, however, I made a CD for myself right before I left. There's no other feeling like speeding along a curving country road with the window rolled down and the stereo blasting some good drivin' tunes.
I wrote this poem (The Road Home) some time back about one such drive home. The last stanza pretty much sums up my thoughts on the matter.
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