The route from here into Newburgh, where we drop both guys off in the mornings, Oliver at his college, Ken at the stop for the shuttle that takes him to his school, takes us past the entrance to I-84 East, the first leg of the trip to Cape Cod from here. Early one morning, couple weeks back Uncle Merlin sent this picture from the front porch of his place on the Cape. He’d just come back from a walk down to one of our favorite coffee shops in town. I got the photo on my phone just before setting off to drop the guys off.
So as we come up on the entrance ramp to 84, the guys shout at me together.
“Dad, you’re in the wrong lane!”
Power of suggestion, the strength of my addiction, or the lure of a gorgeous morning on the Cape?
Wonder how far I’d have gotten if they hadn’t been with me.
The Massachusetts border maybe.
And if I gotten that far, then what would have been the point of turning back?
Photo by Uncle Merlin. Chatham. Eight a.m. Monday. September 22, 2014.