Checking in from the road

I hit the road with two of my best men.

It's 2:30 in Wyoming, which is gorgeous and expansive like an ocean. I'm on my back in the backseat Of Nicky's vintage Benz ("Betsy Lou") listening to a great song on a day filled with great songs. The scale of this state amazes me-off in the distance, mountains seem both towering overhead and still farther from us than the moon. In the face of such vastness we are drawn inexorably to quiet soul-searching and loud, American rock music.

There are ways of thinking that only work in the "Wyoming" space.

One day, I'm going to come back here to die.