Last weekend, a strange thing happened when I drove on the throughway toward Syracuse. I was just driving along minding my own business, listening to my book on CD, and I looked up just in time to see the 329th mile marker.
This strange phenomen happens almost EVERY time I make this drive. (In both directions!) 3/29 is my birthday. It is curious that I would never notice any other ones, but always look up just in time for this one.
It surprises me, because I make the drive so infrequently that I forget to anticipate it.
But, then again, I’m not really surprised. Continue Reading →