Part 7 Tonight, I wake up with a start. We are in an antiseptic Motel 6 outside Barkeyville. I remember vaguely the movie I fell asleep to: Adam Sandler and Kevin James are pretending to be gay so that they can sidestep civic red tape that prevents the James …
Part 22 Ames Monument, WY We are on the way to Laramie, and C. wants to stop for the night, even though it’s not even the dinner hour. There is something about driving through Sherman, the highest point on I-80 at 8,262 feet above sea level that has triggered her …
We manage to get to Southington, Connecticut by 9 p.m., and, since this is Connecticut, there will be no cocktail or glass of wine tonight. By law, we can’t even buy beer as it is after 8 p.m. This is not hospitality even by my Utah standards, especially for …
Part 16: This is what I’m thinking about as we speed by Lincoln, Nebraska with its sort-of classical looking capitol building with domed tower, and its PhDs leaning into classroom corners with growing cobwebs and head towards Kearney. And I have faint stirrings of regret for this first marriage to …
That night we find shelter at an EconoLodge in West Liberty, Iowa. No movie tonight. We are locked onto the Weather Channel, another niche channel that on any other night would, like ESPN 2 through 345, register as more cable media segmentation to the point of lunacy. (Give me that …
The on-ramp to I-84 is a bobsled chute that propels us away from the Microcosm, temporarily southwest towards Waterbury and away from the ESPN headquarters in nearby Bristol. Ah…ESPN—a microcosm through cable unto itself. A place where a programming team sits around all day in complimentary Nike gear and continues …
