America

The West is the Best, Man

We did not know where we would sleep that night; my seat was starting to feel the miles, and we were a gas burning terror to any reasonable environmental cause, but Ventura Highway by America played on the radio. We had candy, snacks, and coffee from one of the beacon-like gas stations that were like oases on the long, quiet stretches, and we just sat happily and watched the United States roll past our windows.

My American Dream

Saturday morning, Andrea and I sat on our front lawn, sipping coffee and watching an endless stream of cars squeeze through the main road into the center of the annual neighborhood yard sale.  People from all walks of life and all nationalities were turning one person’s trash into another person’s […]