Central

My mother always seems to think where she lives is really central (with arguments like "we have asphalt", and "you can buy ice cream every other Saturday"). I try to tell her it's not. It's beautiful and quiet and has several good qualities, but it's not central. It's a good drive from anything that could qualify as central. The nearest store is in the sticks, the nearest gas station is in a little village named after a natural phenomenon nearby, and the nearest train station is simply where the tracks cross the road. And my parents' house is at a place where most people don't have the guts to drive any farther, so bikers and Dutch tourists turn around giving the illusion of traffic.

It's not central.






But it's pretty.