Be Careful Going In Search

Life Doesn't Happen Along Interstates. It's Against The Law.

The Four Horsemen Of The Prairie Are Tornado, Locust, Drought, And Fire, And The Greatest Of These Is Fire, A Rider With Two Faces Because For Everything Taken, It Makes A Return In Equal Measure.

The Hotel Was Once Where Things Coalesced, Where You Could Meet Both Townspeople And Travelers. Not So In A Motel. No Matter How You Build It, The Motel Remains The Haunt Of The Quick And Dirty, Where The Only Locals Are Chamber Of Commerce Boys Every Fourth Thursday. Who Ever Heard The Returning Traveler Exclaim Over One Of The Great Motels Of The World He Stayed In? Motels Can Be Big, But Never Grand.

The Open Road Is A Beckoning, A Strangeness, A Place Where A Man Can Lose Himself.

To Say Nothing Is Out Here Is Incorrect; To Say The Desert Is Stingy With Everything Except Space And Light, Stone And Earth Is Closer To The Truth.