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.