Changing Direction

In a life of U-Turns and Swerves

Turning around on gravel often means consciously avoiding a ditch.

Almost every time I leave my house to go into town, I have to turn around and come back. I forgot the library book. I forgot the grocery list. I forgot the lag bolts to return to Menard’s.

I try to bundle errands because it’s 50 miles round trip to the nearest city. That’s less than a dai…