Directions from NY to the Czech Republic

My Little Sister moved to Prague.  I'm not gonna lie to you, it hurts.  She will, I am certain, understand when she reads this that I am not after sympathy here, nor am I trying to guilt her.  But we lost our older sister fifteen years ago to a teenage drunk driver in Toledo, Ohio in the dead of fucking February around one o'clock in the morning. 

fixation

I don't know why we do it to ourselves.

I had an episode on Monday which illustrates this befuddlement at human behavior.

I was driving to St. Petersburg when the rain came.  CAME.  And kept coming.  I knew where I was going, but it was so heavy that visibility was limited to just a few feet ahead.

(Mom, you might want to skip this part.)

I am pretty good in these situations.  I grip the wheel a little tighter and lean forward, but I remember to breathe and I talk to myself to ease the tension.  Other drivers had pulled off to the side of the highway but we were on a bridge and it just didn't seem any safer.  Plus...