Monthly Archives: March 1994

i remember sitting in the back seat of my parent’s 1973 brown plymouth scamp watching the way the rain stuck to the windshield despite the wind. We were in bklyn in 1977 and diana ross was on the radio. My sister, renee, was asleep in the car seat. I was four years old and we were driving past a genovese drug store. I remember how sticky the vinyl seats felt against my thigh and how the rain pelted the ceiling of the car. My world was a humid box involving the person driving it and the 2 people asleep in it. And now i’m in a 1987 plymouth voyager and my sister adrienne is asking ‘are we there yet? are we there yet?’ we’re going to my uncle’s house. adrienne just wants to get there, get anywhere. Diana’s asleep with her walkman too loud, mom is gripping the seat melodramatically every time we slow down and me… i’m just watching the world go by raindrop by raindrop…