All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead...– T.K. Whipple, Study Out the Land
“Want this breakfast sandwich? I bought two.” “No thanks. I just ate half a hoagie.” -gj
He watched cars for their variety, and their uniqueness of character. He liked to focus on their tiniest details: a dent, a missing hubcap, a smoking muffler, a faded parking pass. He imagined backing away from the details and seeing a pointillist landscape—of each car’s owner, its history, and its future. He loved that each car was a bubble, a capsule floating through the capillaries of the...