Double Flee A

Amamnesis! The gods are upon me!

As usual, I've missed an anniversary. NOT as usual, this time I'm not in trouble. This blog turned a year old a couple of days ago.

Party on, chicks and dudes. At your journey's end, Tom Bodett will leave the light on for you. That flickering, cold light just outside town in whose shadows cheating spouses in uncomfortable office clothes meet to commit acts of mediocre passion, mostly out of boredom. Yay-rah, one baby-step beyond stained nylon seat covers, it all ends in ennui, Tom Bodett's light will be on all night, and when they get home, they'll wonder if anyone ever felt so lonely as they did looking out into the motel six parking lot and Tom's shafts of chalky zap, with whoever that was in bed next to them pretending not to be thinking the same thing: how can anyone who really understands Tom Bodett's all-night light possibly take comfort in it?

posted by dale @ 12:46 PM