The man on the radio this morning said: "There's a fatal car crash on Highway 121 near Viansa Winery. A head-on collision that is still being investigated. The highway has been closed for three hours now."
So I chose another route — went through Vallejo and up 29, past the Wal-Mart and the In-N-Out and the Safeway gas station. (How many of the cars around me were also taking detours?)
But I still saw the wreck (how did it catch up?): Two tow trucks — monstrous in their bright yellow paint — one behind the other, each carrying crumpled metal. One was burdened with a grey truck, the front-end smashed. The other held a maroon Buick, no driver's side door, no windshield, all shards and tangled steel.
While I commute, I chew gum. I like Altoids Sour Cherry. I like the way it makes my mouth pucker, the way it clears my head.
I debate while I drive: Is it time to leave the city? Is it time to move?
The rain will continue for the next six days.
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