There was a wasp in the Beetle this morning. I didn’t notice until I was half a mile from home. I was on Oak Road, minding my own business, when a wasp comes out of nowhere and begins beating furiously against the (closed) driver’s side window. Startled, I cracked open both windows in the hopeContinue reading “The Wasp’s Tale”
Author Archives: Allyn Gibson
Wanderlust
I felt like playing hooky from work this morning. As I drove down 83, somewhere between Exits 31 and 27, Carbon Leaf’s “Blue Ridge Laughing” playing on the Beetle’s CD player (from a road trip mixtape I made a few weeks ago), the sun broke through the wispy clouds, and the fog and the mistContinue reading “Wanderlust”