Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
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We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

1971 Chrysler Newport, Maine Turnpike

We drove from Maine to Cambridge on Labor Day. Temps in the 90s, and beaucoup traffic on the road--not all of it as interesting, fleet, and handsome as this Newport. We, and about a million other people, wasted an hour in the thickened slog through the Maine and New Hampshire tolls. The real toll paid by citizens/drivers/taxpayers is not the bucks handed over but the time wasted in the slow-down  tolls necessarily create, even in this era of EZ-Pass. Over one year there must be millions of people/hours wasted in toll-jams. And when you reckon the environmental and economic cost of excess fuel burnt--not to mention the wear on brakes rotors--tollbooths are something no semi-urban landscape can afford.

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