Everytime I drive the back road I see deer leaping across the highway. They never look. They just don’t. And every time I see a deer leaping across the highway I say the same thing; “They come from nowhere.” My partner next to me says quietly, “That is because they have no fixed address.”
I nod, then say, not to be bested, ” It’s probably why they don’t vote either.”
We laugh and drive on. As I glance in the rearview mirror, I see several deer gathered by the side of the road. One of them is giving the hoof.
Notes from the Traveler's Camp 