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Picture of the Day
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private jet was in the shop we opted for Megabus
to get us from Columbus to Chicago in time to
celebrate New Year's with Anne
E. Moore in Beverly.
Some call this flyover
country, and when you bus through you can see
why. It's a pretty bleak landscape along the
interstate: winter fallow fields, freight yards,
warehouses, storage tanks, transmission towers,
offramp aggregations of gas stations and putrid
food, and an endless variety of billboards
advertising ambulance
chasing lawyers--a sight made disconcerting by
our driver's tendency to drift over the shoulder
rumble strips for no apparent reason. We stopped at
a McDonald's
in a nameless place and I saw snowflakes for the
first time in years but none stuck to the damp grey
parking lot asphalt. Chicago was subfreezing and
crusted with ice, the
el rattled
and shrieked overhead crawling round a
90-degree bend. I embraced it all, this tragic mess.
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