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winter sleepers revisited Cars are the one American icon or myth that makes sense to me. I truly love my car. To me it represents freedom, perhaps in a Steinbeck way of thinking. I can come and go as I please. There are even times when I can not imagine what it would be like not to have a car. For this reason amongst many I could never live in a place such as New York City where cars are rendered useless or impractical for most people. By no means am I an authority on cars. To be truthful I just like the experience of being able to drive. Watching the sky move overhead. Seeing snow coming at you in the middle of a winter night. ... Someone at work asked me if I was going to Australia to look for a wife. I didn't know how to respond to that question. I have no idea what will or will not happen while I am there, but romance isn't that high on the list. Then again I suppose that it could happen and the idea of being an expatriate has always appealed to me. ... One of my favorite lines from the Woody Allen film Manhattan: "people in Manhattan who are constantly creating these real, unnecessary, neurotic problems for themselves, because it keeps them from dealing with more unsolvable, terrifying problems about the universe." For me that line sums up two-thirds if not four-fifths of the people that I deal with at work on a daily basis. Now that I read that again it sounds completely arrogant.
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