1:41 AM. My car is outside, in the parking lot, with exactly 130,000 miles.
130,000 hard worked and well travelled miles.
Houghton. Madison. Duluth. St. Cloud. Fairmont. Owatonna. St. Croix Falls. Ashland. Ironwood. Hayward. Gooseberry Falls. Two Harbors. St. Peter. Mankato. Destinations and towns passed through. Landmarks all over a three-state map.
Loved ones too far removed from home. Beautiful souls with love in their eyes.
It's hard to fathom how four wheels have taken me so many places. (At every one, coffee feels the same.) Those memories are priceless. Trips like those are my heart. They keep me going. To feel that way is why life is worth living.
I don't remember the money I've had in my pocket over the course of my life. I don't remember what they tried teaching me in any class. I don't remember the jobs I've worked.
All I remember is the friends. The conversations, the smoke and the adventures. Now, you tell me what's important...
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