I’m so tired and I can’t sleep

4,400 miles. 9 days. Panama City Beach, Mobile, Austin, Grand Canyon National Park, Vernon, Mobile, Panama City Beach, Home. Clear across America. On the road. Countless records and comedians. Rain, snow, sand, beach, mountains, mesas, plains, desert, rocks. Fox, tumble weeds, dead horse. You don’t know dark until you turn the head lights off in West Texas. Nothing. Vast nothing. Every one who has died was buried in Texas. Cemeteries and picnic areas are sprinkled all over the state. Death obsessed. Don’t even get me started on that canyon.

A week in America