Therapy: Rubber on Asphalt

Sometimes late at night when little girls should be sleeping and dads should be doing household chores, Hailey and I put on just enough clothes to be in public, load into the car, and go for a drive.

We open up the moon roof and let the stares shine in. The hum of the tires on asphalt provide a soothing backdrop to the saxophones, trumpets, and snare drums of KUT’s nighttime programming.

Sometimes the drive is short. We only make it around the block. Sometimes we go as far as the post office. A few times we have needed to get on the highway. We leave full of angst and frustration. We return mellow, calm, and peaceful, with one of us asleep.

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