Thank God for the potholes on memory lane.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Mondays are the potholes in the road of life.
It's not going to fill in the potholes. It's not going to put a roof over people's heads. What it does is it helps to address really fundamental questions of who we are, where we came from, by which I mean we can learn how life came about.
Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated.
Only people have been through that miserable time will recall the pass from their deep memory.
The road was new to me, as roads always are, going back.
My errors will point to thinking men the various roads, and will teach them the great art of treading on the brink of the precipice without falling into it.
Whether stuck in traffic because of construction or fixing a flat tire after hitting a pothole, Michiganders feel frustrated with the quality of our roads.
Memories are what you no longer want to remember.
The road hasn't always been paved for me. People identify with that. Everybody passes through hard times, and I think that's part of my appeal - that I have, too.
I love the fast lane.