Tribute to Dottie Grossman: L.A. Poetry & Jazz Trip, by Elaine Terranova
"I bet that skinny broken thing down there is a river. Everything looks like a petroglyph from the air, some signal to the universe. Traveling, I decide, is like living except that you are doing it in such a restricted space. Everything you need is in the case that's beside you or under the seat. Maybe it contains your ventriloquist dummy or your hoard of treasure. But probably only the equipment you require, comb, soap, floss, to remain who you are even under distressed circumstances..."