spacious skies, amber waves of grain

I made a decision today.

I had to drive east from Dayton, Ohio, and I had to choose between I-70 and state route 40.

I chose 40. Basically, I put the top down and found a fruited plain, then aimed at the purple mountain majesties above it in the distance and let ‘er rip. Spent an hour or two with the cruise set at 60, occasionally slowing down to coast through a small town and take it in.


I urge everyone, especially fellow Jalops, to occasionally make the time to take the back roads. I believe this is good for the soul.

(also: ‘Murica)

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