Thanksgiving Travel

Observations from on the road between Ann Arbor and Chicago on the Sunday after Thanksgiving:

• A man, alone in his SUV and stuck in traffic, reading by his dome light at the wheel. It was a big textbook-looking thing.


• A chemical plant, lit up top to bottom. Steaming, glistening smokestacks, lined with bright lights every ten feet all the way up. It looked like science fiction.


• A Radiohead concert on the radio that, in cahoots with a rest-stop Diet Coke, saved me from falling asleep at the wheel and drifiting side-to-side too much in my lane.


• A Subaru with new tires is so much less scary to drive than a Subaru with six-year-old tires. Now maybe I should see about that recall notice from a couple of years back.