You know you’re on the side of good when you step into your parents house after being on a 1,700 mile road trip, and the
I went to Nashville. I found Frida Kahlo. I’ve not see her since I few to London to catch her exhibit at the Tate Modern.
I dreamt I was Spring Cleaning three rooms in a house large enough to park a car on the second floor. I know this because
Day 5 saw me leaving my friends in Madison, Mississippi and driving by a town aptly named Corinth. There’s that Greece-theme again. Then I meandered
Yesterday I passed a green sign on Interstate 20 West to Mississippi that read Exit 77, Buttermilk Road. Buttermilk Road. Doesn’t that carry a ring
Day Two was nearly 7 hours of consistent road construction driving. Orange cones. Workers in yellow hats. Cranes. Trucks. Rocks. Concrete walls. Flashing lights. Reduced