I’m back from Memphis. It was lovely. I ate this delicious tuna taco that blew my mind. I caught up with old friends. I saw surprising people in the bathroom. I read a ghost story and the audience loved it and it felt like magic. I moderated a panel and it was really interesting and gave me a lot to think about on the way home.
Speaking of the drive home, everyone should drive 100 from Nashville to Memphis-ish once in their lives (or the other direction), if only to see what happens when TDOT says “fuck this old road, fuck it so hard. I’m done. No more curves, no more turns, no more taking the landscape into account. You just pave the fuck over whatever is between here and there.” Highway 100 out there in the middle of west Tennessee is as straight as a Midwestern road. I’m sure whole towns got paved over. Hills. People’s pets. They did not care.
If it’s the straightest road in Tennessee for the longest length, I would not be surprised.
I had a lot of time to think out there, on that unnaturally straight road.
Tiny Cat Pants 
You can really make up a lot of time on that road.
I dream about that as a policy. “Fuck this old road”.
It would make for a very different driving experience if our roads were all that straight.