The True Confession of One One-Issue Voter

The True Confession of One One-Issue Voter GROVER REES III I N my d r e a m a child is playing by a bridge. Then 1 see the car hurtling toward the child. There is terror in the driver’s eyes, because he does not see the bridge. It seems to him that he must either swerve onto the safe ground where the child is playing, or die in the ravine.

But there is a bridge. The driver can save himself if he will only turn his eyes and his car up .. . How can I explain it? Not toward the sky, but up into another world just outside the corners of the dream. A strange world, but a world with a bridge in it.

GR

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Grover Rees III

The True Confession of One One-Issue Voter GROVER REES III I N my d r e a m a child is playing by a bridge. Then 1 see the car hurtling toward the child. There is terror in the driver’s eyes, because he does not see the bridge. It seems to him that he must either swerve onto the safe ground where the child is playing, or die in the ravine.

But there is a bridge. The driver can save himself if he will only turn his eyes and his car up .. . How can I explain it? Not toward the sky, but up into another world just outside the corners of the dream. A strange world, but a world with a bridge in it.