March 21, 2008
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March 21st, 2008.
We’re headed north over very heartland-of-America looking land. Plains in all directions, desiccated trees, faded grey interstates. Grasses sweep to the horizon and there’s not a cloud to be seen. I got one of the best oatmeal raison cookies I’ve ever had from a truck stop this morning and I’m rationing it carefully, leaving it…