A Mid-Ohio Memory

The undeniable flatness that is the middle of Ohio, a land of country roads and barren crossroads. I had nearly mastered the 10 to 2 o’clock deadness that was the steering wheel tied to 10 tons of aluminum and fiberglass flying down said country road, when yet another crash from the kitchen 12 feet behind my head reminded me of the hefty security deposit I had just signed my name too.

At least this was not my first time driving a house.

From the top of the hill:


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