They Sit There

They sit in the back seat, eyes glued blinklessly to the screens of Gameboys that they clutch with a death grip. They sit there and miss the countryside roll by: the corn fields and the soybeans and farmsteads with spruce windbreaks, the county seats and courthouse squares appearing out of nowhere.

They sit there and soon all of this will be gone, and they will very likely never be here again -- certainly no time soon.

...

And now it is gone. The interstate lies before us and the two lane highway thru the green fields disappears into the distance in the rearview mirror.

They sat there, and they missed it.

Only 1100 miles to go.

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Southbound from Michigan to Texas thru rural Ohio on US-127.

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