Damn near every place is haunted, whether ghosts are real or not. Live in a place long enough and you get to know a few. There’s not much of a shoulder on this highway. Just before this bridge, I usually see Larry on his bicycle. He was thrown out of the casino one night and got hit by a truck on his way home.
There is a bridge I regularly cross where a man I didn't know, in a state of drunken misery, drove over the edge and wasn't found below for several days. I don't know how this was managed. There is a memorial there too. I feel it is haunted.
There are little memorials for the road killed like that up and down the country road I drive every day between home and town. And that says nothing for all the other non-human relatives who perish between those ditches. Meanwhile everything just gets bigger and faster and more distracted. What a world.
There is a bridge I regularly cross where a man I didn't know, in a state of drunken misery, drove over the edge and wasn't found below for several days. I don't know how this was managed. There is a memorial there too. I feel it is haunted.
There are little memorials for the road killed like that up and down the country road I drive every day between home and town. And that says nothing for all the other non-human relatives who perish between those ditches. Meanwhile everything just gets bigger and faster and more distracted. What a world.