How I Feel When People Ask if I’m Doing This Alone
The choruses of unsolicited advice that I should be completing this harebrained adventure with some kind of companion have mercifully begun to fade into the background. I think maybe their chanters have just begun to go hoarse. My favorite response when people like my distant cousin and her new husband, who are making their romantical cross-country honeymoon in a biofueled, camper-backed Toyota Tacoma (I’m not jealous at all), recommend that I do this with someone else is laden with sarcasm…
