A Silly Little Game I Play (and Why the Silly Little Things Matter to Your Readers)
I love road trips. As a member of my family’s bluegrass band, I’ve spent a fair bit of time staring out the windows of my family’s ancient converted passenger bus.
The thing about this bus is that it likes to chill out below the speed limit on the highway, which means most of the other people on the road have to pass us. It also has four seats facing backwards, which makes it easy to see through the windshields of all those passing vehicles.
