Sometimes I know exactly where I am, but it isn’t where I want to be. That elusive destination is often in plain view, rendering me literally an outsider looking in.
I had a dream like that this morning. I was trying to get into a large ballpark, and from the sound of the crowd, it was clear that the game had already started. I had already circled the perimeter of the park once and saw no obvious entrance. Without an entrance how on earth did everyone else get in?
To ease my panic, I bought a sausage sub from a street vendor. I asked him if he knew where the entrance was. He smiled.
“I have never been inside the park.”
Then, a dramatic pause.