So it is the end of a long day at work and I am making the familiar drive homeward when I notice a vehicle identical to mine pass by, heading the opposite direction back toward the offices of the Henderson Daily News.
“Whoa,” I think to myself, “I can’t tell if I’m coming or going.”
It appears the make and model of my car is a common one, because I see its “relatives” quite often.
One time my daughter noticed this, remarked to me about it, saying apparently we had already gone to the grocery store and are on our way home.
I quipped in response that I didn’t think the “Einstein-Rosen Bridge” was located in Rusk County. I’m pretty sure the reference was lost on her. In fact, I’m not sure I understand it myself.
Sometimes I indulge in this absurd premise and imagine I am peering into the fabric of space-time, that I am actually given a glimpse into the many paths I travel in the course of a typical day.
Naturally it makes sense that I should pass by myself during these travels, though direct eye-contact might be a trifle awkward.