Freeways

"I picked the Tumbleweed up in Cimarron County. It had been caught in the rusting wires of a steer fence which fringed the road. The fence aping a gill net which trapped shoals of wandering Tumbleweeds as they traversed the flat tablelands." I hung it from the suit hook in the back of the Honda. It seemed happy. Content to be on the move again and whirred with a faint whisper as it conspired with the wind when I wound the window down." "The first casino was fun. Martha was pulled in by the offer of a free mug. A notice above the counter boasted that over six million people had been mugged in Vegas." This is Lewis's story of Route 66. It delves in and out of the history of the road, the history of migration and John Steinbeck.