Leaving New Orleans at 10 a.m., some would say we're on the road too late. We plan to put 600 miles behind us before the day is done. My passengers settle in for their first American road trip. I am the only driver. I am the captain of the ship, and I navigate by instinct. We, all of us Americans, are from somewhere else. No one is of pure blood. We have mixed and melted and traveled crisscross back and forth so that we don't know where we begin and where we end. Leaving New Orleans at 10 a.m., I say we are right on time.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
We are On the Road
Leaving New Orleans at 10 a.m., some would say we're on the road too late. We plan to put 600 miles behind us before the day is done. My passengers settle in for their first American road trip. I am the only driver. I am the captain of the ship, and I navigate by instinct. We, all of us Americans, are from somewhere else. No one is of pure blood. We have mixed and melted and traveled crisscross back and forth so that we don't know where we begin and where we end. Leaving New Orleans at 10 a.m., I say we are right on time.
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