Nearly every year since the millennium began, I’ve set out on a road trip. A beat-up Volvo, a few dollars in my pocket, a job that wouldn’t miss me — and I was gone. A day, a week, a month … The duration didn’t matter as long as I switched the scenery.
Glory of the open road meets reality
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