Empty Roads

The day after Christmas I drove north from New York to Greenwich. Traffic was non-existent. People were staying home. I had to work.

Driving through New York was quick. It almost felt like the day after the Apocalypse. Not everyone had died. A cop had pulled over a motorist.

The Merritt Parkway was clear sailing. 60 MPH.

I obeyed the speed limit.

It was good to on the road.

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