more guest blogging
I kid you not, it snowed again this morning. Pittsburgh is so weird.
While I am submersed in finals and other such business, my mother has generously offered to post another guest blog, the content of which may be found below. So please direct your comments to her :-) I will return to the land of the living in a week or so.
I-55 Out My Back Door
The trip to our son's is Interstate all the way. If good fortune provides a chauffeur, I watch the passing countryside--especially beautiful in April. Trees and shrubs, sparsely green, do not yet conceal the contours of newly-sprouted earth.
(Incidentally, not all of Central Illinois is "blue-bowl-sky" covering fields of corn and beans.)
Quite often I'll think, "What a beautiful building site that would make"--but, oh yeah, it's next to the Interstate.
As we approach the city--by golly!--here are nice new houses with their naked backs turned to "moon" the traffic. The approach to these homes involves traveling several miles to an exit, turning onto a leafy country road, winding through sun-spattered woods, to arrive at this wonderful "secluded" spot where are nestled the lovely expensive homes with the Interstate as a backdrop.
Why, do you think, one would spend so much $$ just to have a back yard that is viewed by millions of travelers--including friends, enemies, strangers, and sometimes the strangest? Does the hum of the traffic become white noise and the travelers, just invisible beings?
To me it's akin to riding a train at night, with the interior lights glowing; I would look out on darkness and wonder who is looking in!