Around midnight 1981 I was riding shotgun up Hwy. 61 through middle Mississippi.
Staring out the window of a 1979 full size custom Dodge van and daydreaming of
a possible scenario where I was somehow transported instantly into the cold woods.
At this point I would imagine finding my bearings just in time to see the tail lights
speeding out of sight through the slats of thick trees... I was eleven.