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Saturday, March 5, 2016

A back roads kind of day

I have to get out...out of city, away from the people and traffic, out onto the back roads.
A beautiful sunshiny pre-spring day..the kind of day that is almost a sin to be inside... if I fished or played golf, I would be, but I don't.
For me it means a back road kind of day. I have to have those every so often. Yes, I grew up a city kid, but have spent years in a small Oklahoma town newspapering. To this day, I don't like stoplights, traffic, noise.
Some days I go east, into the cross timbers and up and down the hills and through the woods.  Not knowing what's around the next curve or over the hill.
But not today...I need to see the horizons, to imagine, to think, to see, to enjoy the wide open spaces, and the quiet. To think about the changes to the country and people, to see a different Oklahoma.
So it's north and west, past county lines, driving through small towns, windows down, slight breeze, no hurry, no stoplights. Peaceful. 
A back roads kind of day. Thinking about Walt.




 
"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose." --Whitman

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