The Open Road

The Debut Essay From Senior Columnist and Novelist Fred Tribuzzo

I’ve come to prefer the open road for my morning walks.

My road, Red Brush, qualifies as a country road. Homeowners have roomy properties from a few acres to large tracts of forest, cropland and meadows. My neighbors live in postwar doubles, mobile homes, and ranches. One has an ancient plane, a two-seat Luscombe, and a grassy open field behind the home …