A Good Walk
The car wouldn’t start this morning, after strange behavior yesterday. Hey, it’s got 215,000 miles on it and gets 30 mpg: it’s entitled.
So I took a day’s leave and called AAA and the tow-truck driver told his dispatcher “That’s Mike!” (remember the car’s entitled). After a few hours my mechanic called to say there was a loose ground wire to the computer (probably) and a bad negative battery cable and he’d fixed it and it was only $142.65 (no monthly payment, you know) and I walked the three and a half miles to his shop, carrying Satellite Convulsions: Poems From Tin House (which I’ve enjoyed a good deal) and finishing
the it on the walk. Don’t know whether it’s coincidence or relief the car’s not wholly dead or enhanced circulation, but I seemed to enjoy the poems more while I was walking than I had been earlier this morning. I even shouted “Hooray for Charles Simic” to the empty road.