Ryan Fitzsimmons - Dear Eugene

While making the drive from Syracuse to Alexandria Bay every weekend as a child, I would often become restless and bored in the backseat. To keep me interested, my Dad would often say "Ryan, I can see the next road sign up ahead, can you see it?" I would look as far up the road as I could, all the way to the horizon, and I never could. But we'd always get up the road about three or four miles, and there it would be. I thought my father had eyes like a hawk. The truth is, he just knew that after every on-ramp, there is a road sign.