The Vapors Are Having Their Way With Me
GREENFIELD REST AREA EASTBOUND, Indiana — Praise the sun! Yes, it’s chilly but nothing compared to the two weeks we spent in North Dakota. It feels good to step into 40-degree weather. I don’t even wear a jacket as I approach the building. With each step, the smell of vinegar grows stronger.
At a Rest Stop With The Poet
REST STOP, Va./N.C. — Outside the car, several squirrels run and play. One squirrel sits atop the blue-lidded recycling bin, surveying her domain. A few of the squirrels hop over to the doors. They stop and wait. “They’re hungry,” says the Poet. “They demand we feed them.”