On the corner of Flynn and Sawyer…

To the casual, everyday folk who make the scitter-scattering trip from Northern Indiana to SW Michigan, the mundane experience probably doesn’t spark any particular aesthesia worth noting. The ever-changing, zig-zaggedness of mostly backcountry roads is probably the reason most of these folk possess selective amnesia, rather than aesthesia, when it comes to describing the drive.Continue reading “On the corner of Flynn and Sawyer…”