I had to give directions to a friend...how to get to my house? She was starting from the Twin Cities and driving, of course, north. I began to think what it would be like if you gave a person directions that included how you felt as you traveled toward your destination. Perhaps at Hinckley, for instance, you might feel a little hungry for a sweet roll, and ready for coffee. Those were the thoughts, anyway, that led me to this poem. Listen to Garrison Keillor read the poem: he really knows how, far better than I do.