The Last Harrah
It’s the last six hours of the trip. We are cruising at 60 mph through hillbilly Appalachia. As the road races toward me- I can’t help but feel like a criminal running ‘shine through the sticky southern night. We are dead men walking. It’s been 65 hours. Why do these last 6 seem so hard? Yet onward and northward we will push to sunrise in sweet Pennsylvania.
2 years ago