I am presently on a month long road trip. I have thus far driven from Richmond to Pullman, Washington. Tomorrow, I will sleep in Salt Lake City. The night after that, Denver. Then Moab, San Francisco, and Palm Springs.
I brought three CD wallets on the trip, but when I’m alone in the car, I listen to the radio. When I am a long way from home, I find it more satisfying (more fitting) to let fate choose the music. If fate chooses for you to hear the same song twice while on vacation, you cannot help remembering it years later. Last time, it was “Say What You Want” by Texas.
“This Is The Day” is the song fate chose for this trip.
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. 