‘For the past three weeks I haven’t fully exhaled,a low-rent horror film playing in the back of my intellect at all timesMy dad, who is 83 and in talks with his doctor about a replacement hip, and has just come back from three weeks riding American trains,alone with his rucksack and his walking stick. From the east coast to the west coast, down to novel Orleans, or up to Illinois,back to Boston.
When he told me he was going to finish it, I felt a bit sick. Then he said he had booked all the hotels himself, and on the internet; my dad is very novel to the internet,so then I felt a bit sicker. He said no, no, and it was all fine,he’d found a motel in Raton, novel Mexico that charged only 40 bucks a night, and wasn’t it funny,the comments people left in their reviews, trying to form places sound absolutely terrifying?Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com