How sweet this sentimental journey, wwh! These are things that would be lost had it not been for writers such as Dickens. Just imagining riding about in a buggy with a tilt that could double as a chalkboard for random thoughts makes me feel connected with those long gone as I jot myself notes on Post-It notes at stop lights.

I don't understand the dash board connection. The board, of course, having been made of wood--but what of the 'dash'? Why called 'dash'? Simply for speed? (Which makes me think of the dasher in the ice cream maker, but I don't suppose that's connected, too....)