Here’s a short piece on — written as a reflective narrative. Drive U 7
Teenagers have parked here for decades, fogging up windows, passing phones and secrets. Old men in pickup trucks idle at the turnaround, coffee cooling in thermoses, watching the sky go from orange to deep violet. Once, a young couple buried a time capsule under the third telephone pole — a mixtape, a photograph, a letter no one has ever retrieved. drive u 7
Drive U 7 isn’t long. Maybe seven-tenths of a mile. It doesn’t lead anywhere remarkable: a shuttered drive-in theater on one end, a gravel turnaround on the other. But for those who know it, the drive itself is the destination. Here’s a short piece on — written as