I’m in the airport shuttle somewhere in Washington State between SeaTac and Evergreen. I haven’t seen this many rusted out cars in the front yards of trailers since I was in the Carolinas.
The shuttle driver has the radio on the country station. (Yes, Hammerhead, I remember. The driver chooses!) It illustrates some pretty profound culture shock that in just a couple hours I’ve gone from a place where they’re playing War Pigs on the radio station to a place … Read the rest