Friday, Nov. 15, 2002
What I wrote today during professional development, posted at 3:21 p.m.
Epiphany in Baltimore has moved to epiphanyinbaltimore.blogspot.com The day was over and he had four places he could be, but none of those were places he wanted to be. So he drove around the sagging city, watching the men in flaccid shirts standing on the sidewalks with nowhere else to go. They stood in front of the sad-faced townhouses, their time of glory long past or never coming to be. His blue car zipped through the drabness, its luminance in stark contrast with the grayness of the street, the buildings, the day. The world. He had yet another gathering a bar, but something told him that driving was the answer to the question that his mind couldn't quite form. Eyes along the street watched his every move, offering a dimebag at the flickering stoplights while he gazed ahead, unaware. His eyes were unwavering from a spot on the horizon that he couldn't quite see, but he knew was there. A glow, he thought. The cell phone rang, but it wasn't her. So he let it ring. The voice mail clicked over, and the ring nagged him until he killed the power and tossed the phone under the seat. This was his afternoon, not some damn phone's. His tires continued to devour the pavement, and the city began to disappear in his rearview mirror.And he was off.