The idea is to drive straight through to Massachusetts, stopping only to top off the oil, pump gas or get…
While we make our way to a full-service rest stop, the tramp falls into a routine. He takes a drink.…
South Dakota. The sun is a blank white fire rolling across the sky. H. and I are squatted at an…
His name was Stein. Driving a Ford beater, he stops to pick up H. and I just outside Missoula, Montana.…