April 15, 2018:
I loved that road.
North meant learning, freedom, sex, adventure. South meant home, more and more frequently with a beautiful college girl in the passenger seat.
There were other roads. Backroad north through high desert meant Berkeley and books. Freeway west meant Los Angeles, record stores, clubs. Freeway east meant Joshua Tree and drugs.
It was north and south between school and home that was the artery of life.