Checkpoint Fore

We round yet another bend So the route goes: right, left, left, right, right <straightaway>, left, wiggle-waggle, right, left, right, left, woggle-wiggle, left, right, left, riiiiiiigggghhhht, left, right Sometimes as writers, we’re able to recreate our daily commute in our minds No description, none needed. It’s there, I promise. Such is the nature of routine. …