In 1938, when I had decided that the only way to see the country was in a trailer, and I built the trailer which I still have and lived in it for eighteen months, and learned America from San Diego to the Canadian border, from Miami to New Jersey, and east to west in between.
All our days are marked with
unexpected
affronts--some
disastrous, others
less so
but the process is
wearing and
continuous.
Attrition rules.
Most give
way
leaving
empty spaces
where people should
be.