Rollin' on Home

Sometimes, when I'm in an unfamiliar place, I sneak off to the bathroom. There, in the privacy of my stall, be it in Monterrey, Mexico, Hot Spring, Arkansas or New York City, I find the sign of my hometown. A small triangle inscribed with a G and a P. And I take a breath and relax. Georgia Pacific made my toilet paper dispenser. And quite possibly my toilet paper. That's a comfort so close that it feels like I'm close enough to hear the whistle blow down by the paper plant on Bellingham Bay.