Tag: driving

As a boy I watched my 19th century mother wash seven sets of sheets every Monday in the machine with the rhythmic agitator sounding like drums in elevator music

My seventeen-year-old German vehicle, practical, sweet to drive, timeless in design - a box, really, is resurrected with a modern Japanese engine, finally sorte

Have you been drinking? I don't drink, I lied. You didn't have a little something at your brother's? It's the season. I don't drink. His light shone in my eyes

More than forty years has slipped away from the sounds long de- parted as I drove aimlessly home. Was it the years that brought a sense of my dead brother, or t