Reminiscing of American Graffiti

Escaping the urban grind

An Old Car’s Reflection — Petaluma, California. Photo by author.

I thought I hated people.

When I was living in the city I couldn’t wait to retire. I knew I was going to move to the suburbs. I was really going to live life to the max away from the urban noises. I would leave the hustle and bustle behind me. The grind of city life. The grime of the city streets.