No need for big city malls, fancy lights

This morning, I rose at 5:30 a.m., to make a 7 a.m. meeting at Auburn Memorial Hospital. A veteran of the commute for the past six years, my truck could probably find its own way, much like the old horse-drawn wagons and carriages known to our forebearers. I traveled in January darkness at that hour, not concerned, because the way was familiar, with many seen and unseen landmarks along the way.