The Long Way Home


Old Florida
June 14, 2011, 7:04 PM
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One of the best feelings of being on the road is when you’ve crossed the border to your destination. Not there, but almost, and suddenly, the boomerang-shape on the map becomes Florida. You’ve been in the car all day through five states, you don’t even know what the outside temp is like, or what the song is on the radio. You have no idea what town you’re in or where you’re going to eat dinner before it gets dark. You pull over to a souvenir stand on Highway 301 to stretch your legs, maybe browse through aisles of neon tee-shirts and religious altars made of seashells. But it’s closed. There will be no promises of boiled peanuts, no snow globes studded with pink flamingos. The sun bounces off the shop windows, temporarily blinding you through your camera lens. A chorus of cicadas, the air swells with humidity. You are hundreds of miles from home.

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