Backroads and broken laws inspire this cause
I remember my brother and me traveling with our grandparents down the middle of a country called America. And I remember our parents taking us for excursions through sections of it called Kansas, and Oklahoma, and Texas. Here are a few more things I think of when I remember those American backroads before all the broken laws happened to it.
America was a lot like my family.
The local people spoke English like us. Sure, they had different accents. But we could understand every word. In fact, when we’d stop for something to eat, the waitress (yeah, that’s what they called servers…
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