This morning I awoke at around 5, having had a dream that someone (not me, exactly) had tried to pass a car though a mountain tunnel to someone down at the other end by getting out of the car and letting it coast, causing a traffic backup, made worse by the fact that it was a pretty big road, perhaps an interstate. I encouraged this someone to go to the authorities and tell them what had happened, and apparently believed it wouldn't be that big of a deal.
I could delve into the whys and wherefores of that dream, but it's really not that interesting. What's intriguing is that roundabout there my mind latched onto the idea of Roanoke. The city has come up a number of times recently. Ted and Kirsten (from Princeton)'s daughter Zoe is in Physician's Associate school there at Radford University, by Ted's telling happily getting to know human physiology by dissecting her very own cadaver. Adam at the office told me that lots of cool little restaurants etc. are springing up there, quasi-Asheville style. Niklaus and Lucy went there to have dinner with Paul Youngman over Labor Day weekend after Spruyt's wedding.
In general it would make sense if some of the Asheville energy moved up there. Same basic idea: smallish city in the mountains. Less than three hours away.
And my waking mind took off. Natalie and Stuart could move there! We could buy a second house near there (I'm sure they could be cheapish)! We could go check it out this weekend! So many ideas. The solution to so many problems, and all before breakfast. Even now, it's not entirely crazy.
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