I have a great life. No complaints. (OK, no valid complaints.)
But for 15 minutes on Wednesday, I assumed the identity of the guy in front of me on I-84. He was driving a black Corvette convertible, top down. Had a Maine vanity license plate with a lobster claw on it. BOATAH, it said.
Having nothing better to do on my way to work, I put myself behind the wheel of his/my ‘Vette. The wind blowing through what’s left of my hair felt good. I was driving to the marina at Bar Harbor (Bah Hahbah), where he/I keep the custom Sabre 456 ready to go on a moment’s notice. (In reality, I do much better on motor boats than sailboats, but hey, this was my 15 minute vacation.) I was going to take a solo cruise at sunset, and then….
I had to get off the highway and he kept kept going.
Cue the announcer: “We now return you to your regularly scheduled life.”