Weekly Scribblings #26. and we're asked
to consider the word "pavement".
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United
July 1, 2020
My thoughts go back to the soil-rich middle Illinois
farmland of my youth. I remember when the first paved
road came through our isolated part of the prairie. The
locals called it the "hard road". If you asked for directions
you might be told to "Go north past Miller's farm to the
mile tree and turn right. That'll take you to the hard road".
I knew only that the hard road would take us to Chicago,
that distant and mystical city about which I knew absolutely
nothing. My mother was suspicious of city folk. She thought
cities were filled with dens of iniquity like pool halls, bowling
alleys, and (God forbid) bars. What a quantum leap from that
simple time to today's six-lane highways and complicated
interchanges! Hard road. Path to tomorrow.