Truck stops as big as cities.
We live in a big damn country. We can lose sight of this basic and obvious fact because generally the world we move around in is pretty small. The house we live in, the yard around the house, the neighborhood and then the wider, yet still easily managed world we see everyday. I like to think that driving long miles, and occasionally stopping, gives me insight into the people and the country, but that can’t be true. How much can you learn when you are just passing through? I am a tourist. If I could I would stop at every house and store and speak to everyone at least for a minute. As it is, I did manage to connect, albeit briefly, with a number of citizens from here to Mississippi and back. And as always I am reminded of the sheer stupendous size of America.