Concord is sitting on his artificial grass carpet bed under his fitted sheet with a heater above and below wondering why I have neglected him for so long. He heard tales of Georgia in the springtime which no doubt eased his heart as he settled in for his winter nap.
Now I have to break the news to him that it just isn't meant to be. He will not get to feel his tires against the New River Gorge Bridge or inhale the air of the mountains along the Blue Ridge Parkway.... He won't get to meet up with his brethren and share musings from the asphalt, and he won't get to hear mert sing...
Hopefully, he'll forgive me, and hopefully, I'll make it up to him somehow, someday........
