Driving during quarantine is like driving with a learner's permit or on breaks from college, exceeding the speed of walking, running, cycling - It shares in common with cycling and flying in dreams the big push, the lift - The road is a canvas that I keep to one side of. I could be pulled over for having more fun. * A September Saturday I took my sister's car and drove us north for no reason I could think of, except to go fast and straight. The road was straight and there were few cars. We passed farmhouses, tractors, the warehouse lawn littered with pools. I played you my CDs - You liked Crosby, Stills, & Nash. We stopped when we reached water: Lake Ontario and on the other side Canada. Wind and erosion carved me up in the way I wanted. For three years I made you copilot in my flights of fancy. I never promoted you. Chimney Bluffs State Park with view of...