Out with the old, in with the Andrea

It took ten minutes to drive the golf cart from her home to mine. Over the train tracks and down a gravel road, pull left onto the highway and right into my driveway. We didn’t have licenses or cars or anywhere to be, just cameras and time to kill in basements.

She dressed up in a furs and feather boas, I in ties and blazers. We poured slurpees into cocktail glasses and marched into town to rent movies. Pulled on ponchos to canoe in rainy rivers, explored junkyards and garbage dumps and boarded up schoolhouses.

We’ve long left Carman to find new cities, countries, and continents to play on. But after six years of bouncing back and forth between opposing spaces, we’re spending a summer in one place, together.

The car keys light the engine, time for one more adventure.