November 5, 2022

November 5, 2022

C. and I are trying to determine our best route to Vegas.

May 23, 2022


Ohio. Sunset: 8:49pm. I wonder if the health of a society can be pegged to the nerves of its motorists.

September 21, 2020


A modern marvel where you can eat fast food on top of eight lanes of freeway traffic.

August 7, 2020


I still remember the frantic voice of a late-night caller who said, “We can’t get the blood out of our eyes fast enough to see what’s coming next.”

July 21, 2020


I remember speeding across a blank Oklahoma plain dotted with pump jacks and cattle pens.

July 3, 2020


Sometimes I dream about tollbooth operators, the half-glimpsed faces with cigarettes on their lips, their left hands forever clutching a quarter and a dime in change.

May 1, 2020


You can never see further than your headlights—an old slice of trucker philosophy that makes more sense with each passing year.