The Sun is shining and it's a lovely day. The phone rings and I have a good inkling of who it is before even picking it up. Lowell's voice says "The Sun is shining and it's a lovely day. How about a trip to Mount Davison?"
For the most part my time is my own, and so is Lowell's. We have made this pilgrimage countless times, about twenty minutes leisurely walk from our dwellings to an artificial hill that has the feel of a Celtic burial mound. The mound is located on the Northeast side of Davison freeway and the I-75; welcome to Mount Davison.
From here you can sit and watch a major artery of Western Civilization. The
traffic seems to come in all directions at once in a deafening roar. The commanding view
is magnificent. Like
lesser gods, we sit with our brandy snifters and contemplate the wonder of it all, as
Lowell's son Nick and my two dogs romp around us.