tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post-67357042159827956022008-06-16T07:55:00.004-04:002008-06-16T08:14:01.300-04:002008-06-16T08:14:01.300-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SFZUs9VfujI/AAAAAAAABDw/4as1fvVXloY/s1600-h/2customers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SFZUs9VfujI/AAAAAAAABDw/4as1fvVXloY/s400/2customers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212446750083627570" /></a><br />The air conditioner went out on the old Volvo. A $1,000 repair that seems to be more than the car is worth. I had forgotten what it is like to drive on a hot, southern day with the windows down, the sound of the wind and the highway and the warm air bathing your eyes, drying them. The violent head shaking to stay awake, a light dusting of salt in your hair, on your skin. Hard squinting, singing for a minute until that gets ludicrous. The hypnotic view, the hypnotic hum, the call of the southern highway sirens--sleep, sleep.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SFZV4h4kjQI/AAAAAAAABEA/Ely1lLdrdxw/s1600-h/flagbeach.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SFZV4h4kjQI/AAAAAAAABEA/Ely1lLdrdxw/s400/flagbeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212448048384609538" /></a>cafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.com2