The long wait is over. Whether you celebrate the outcome or mourn it, this is us. One nation, indivisible, as our kids still pledge? Maybe that’s the underlying question. Below, a handful of images that made me pull over on my own American journey.
In the summer of 1976, my best friend and I, between our junior and senior years of high school, drove across America. We traveled 10,090 miles, much of it on back roads, camping and Motel 6’ing it all the way. We fished with hunters in Minnesota, and got high with girls much older than us