Driving Down Bliss Road

through the grief department

When I was a kid, I rode my Huffy bike a lot.

Down miles and miles of country roads.

And one of the things you learn fast when it’s hot is this:

If you stop for a sip of shade in the lowlands, you are going to get eaten alive by mosquitoes.

So you keep moving.

Red-faced with sweat running down your temples.

Standing up on the pedals, pushing as hard as you ca…