The Road

Edgar packed his car, placing the small gift box with his excavated treasure in the glove box.  He loved his old Cadillac, and didn’t have enough chances to drive any more.  But this was a good chance, and for a good reason. 

He pulled out of his residential area onto the freeway, knowing full well that he wasn’t up to speed. “Damn punks, no respect, I tell you!  I saved their country from Hitler, some thanks!”

Edgar didn’t know where he was going, except that he wanted to go east.    He didn’t know, but he had to drive.  Just drive.