I sent this essay to my young adult grandkids who, from my ancient pov, experience way too much air-brushed, glossed-over glitz. Thanks, Donald Hall, for a brush with full human experience.
"Women had saved me again." What a lovely, modest, gentle essay.
My last car accident happened at the ripe old age of thirty. I cleaved the plastic grill and radiator of a yellow Ford Mustang with the imposing chrome nose of my Pontiac Tempest. I can't blame it on a cigarette although I did smoke back then. I was trying to read a piece of newsprint I had with me in the car.
Forty years later I've had thoughts of living without my car, my Honda.