On the Road

I put my passport, tickets and Eurorail pass on the table.  “There,” I said, “I’m ready to go.”

“Well, I’m not,” he told me.  “I need more time.”

“More time?” I said.  “You’ve had three years.  Three years!  When you moved in, I told you I was going to Europe at the end of the summer.  That was too soon.  I waited until Spring.  Still too soon.  Another year went by and it was still too soon.

“I’m not waiting any longer,” I said.  “It’s now or never.”


The train to JFK left at noon.  I was on it.

So long.

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