Trailer Trashed: My Dubious Efforts Toward Upward Mobility

"Ride with me, " my father would say, and Id hop in the car
like a little bobble-head doll, not knowing where we were going
but ready to warn him of upcoming police cars. Hed tell me
of his dreams. He was gonna be somebody. On any given day
he was gonna write a bestseller, become an inventor, or open
a popular lunch counter. It was when he drove that his big
dreams weren't overcome by bigger fears. So he drove, because
if he didn't, then his demons caught up with him. If he didn't,
then he would lie in bed, sometimes for days, and let his brain
become his enemy. "Ride with me, " hed say. And off wed go
again to no place in particular. I went with him happily. I'd
do it today with anyone else I love in the midst of our dubious
attempts toward upward mobility. In the end its not where you
go but the ride to get there that matters.