highway 59
Just like on any road trip he and Lucy take together, Will drives most of the way. This time, they’re on their way to Milwaukee. Lucy’s on a dissertation committee for a creative writing student out there, some guy who wrote a novel about a boy choosing his mother, like a good version of the movie North. Apparently, Lucy sort of knows the guy through her mother.
“I taught his brother, too, at Wayne,” she says as she makes some last-minute notes on the thick manuscript in her lap. “He was in my freshman comp class. He said Chris was the smart one between them. I don’t think he was lying. This book is really good.”
Will exhales softly. He notices the silence, so he turns on the radio.
I’m not like them, but I can pretend / The sun is gone, but I have a light …
He snorts now.
Thanks, Sam.
“Would you like me better if I wrote a book?” Will asks.
He’s looking at the road, but he can feel Lucy rolling her eyes. It’s her third favorite thing to do, behind two things Will shouldn’t reveal in public.
“I couldn’t like you better if I tried,” Lucy says. “We’ve been over this. Even if you’d been a farmer. Even if you’d been a no-count juvenile delinquent, like you thought you were.”
“I smoked!”
“So did Jan Brady.”
Will rolls his eyes now, too. He merges into the middle lane. According to the map, their exit is coming up soon.
“But if I knew about books the same way you do,” he says, “like you, and Elenore, and your parents, and this guy … what is it … Chip …”
“It’s Chris. Why would it ever be Chip?”
“Why would it ever be Dale? I don’t know. I’m just … I feel like there’s this whole world I’m not part of. Everyone else is there, and then there’s me.”
And that’s how he’s always felt. Like everywhere he goes, he doesn’t fit in. In his family, he’s the only boy, the sore thumb, most likely to be a teen dad. They love him, but does he belong with them? In the Pisces, he always felt like he was the only one who wasn’t really smart, who was faking just so he could keep up with the rest of them. And now, with Lucy and the girls, it’s like they have something on him they can’t even name. Plus, he’s the only boy again.
“Will, listen to me, because I’m only going to say this once,” Lucy says. “I love my job. I love what I teach, and I love what I write. I love that our girls love it, too. But when I look at our jobs … seems like getting people custody of their kids is more important than figuring out if Helen Burns knows she’s angry.”
Will thinks about that for a little while. He doesn’t know who Helen Burns is, and he figures that’s probably the point. But he does help people. That was always the idea. Get the people in the places where they can belong. Get the kids in the right places. Get justice. Justice is a very big thing with Will. He doesn’t even like it when the kids working the two-lane drive-thrus at McDonald’s screw up and take the later car before the earlier one. Maybe that makes him worthwhile. Even if he doesn’t like talking to other lawyers much.
Maybe he has something to be proud of.
“Highway 59’s coming up,” Lucy says. “That’ll get us to Milwaukee.”
Will nods and merges into the far right lane. The college rock station is playing a different song now.
You could stand me up at the gates of Hell / but I won’t back down …
He laughs a little. This song usually reminds him a lot of Lucy. But maybe, just for three minutes, the song can be his.
Thanks, Sam.
He takes the exit toward Highway 59, and it takes them to Milwaukee.
(part of @nosebleedclub january challenge -- day 7!)
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reading pros and cons of moving to chicago (as a remote working techie), seems to mostly come down to
pros:
- has most of the urban amenities of a major city like dc, new york, or la if you put in some effort (music, restaurants, art)
- has transit rivalling new york (it’s pretty easy for me to get to meetups and parties in <hour)
- has real estate prices of a second-tier city
- crime is relatively well contained
cons:
- some of the subway cars are unrideable, but that’s limited to specific lines and only a few cars per train if at all
- crime is really bad in the bad areas
- you’re more than a day’s drive from any other real city
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