Driving southward on the New Jersey Turnpike from New York in an open convertible, in late afternoon, the sun slowly sinking into orange, red, then disappearing, the sky turning darker to violet, deep blue-violet, then falling away into a breathless void, the other cars and trucks roaring, grinding and with the wind making a hellishContinue reading “Our Country”
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