Route 117 in Massachusetts stretches 31 miles from Leominster to Waltham. (That is, if you’re not from around here, from LEH-minster to WALL-thammm. The “thammm” should rhyme with “ham,” but the accent is on the first syllable.) At different times, I’ve driven with the merciless morning traffic crawling east, and at other times I’ve had the good fortune to speed west on the open road.

For years, I lived in a numb way. Then for some reason my brain split open and I began to think more vividly. I still do. One of the things my brain suddenly noticed was all the people in all the cars. So many people.

I think about our life. Martin Luther might come into it. Also, the Book of Common Prayer.

About me: Grey-haired, ordinary.

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