Cultural Mathematics


I looked up at the darkening sky and wondered about the title above.

We had been driving through Ohio forever – that’s how it usually feels, but curiously, not today.

We took the scenic route that borders places like Columbus.

Earlier we saw a young Amish man, with his horse and wagon. He stood up and acknowledged us.

We are probably as uncommon to him as he is to us.

In the city you are surrounded by millions of other lonely people.

Makes sense.

So the sky had darkened and I looked up and saw a sign for Toledo.
And I thought –
That’s it.
And a lightning bug flew by.

Things That Never Made It Into Print

By Things That Never Made It Into Print

Keep it simple ... Radical ... Writer, Artist, Dancer, Musician, Chicago Betty

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