Wandering The Loneliest Road in America, otherwise known as Highway 50 across Nevada, is going back to remembering what a road trip was supposed to be.

My previous winters in Chicago always left me wishing I could be somewhere warm...

When I was a girl, my dad always tried to teach me about cars.  He pointed to what this thing was and he explained how it worked.   And I remember none of what he tried to teach me.  I remember looking at his tan, scarred hands, that grime under the nails that would never come out.  I can close my eyes and smell the mix of diesel fuel and cigarette smoke. That was the smell of my dad after a long honest day's work in the shop.  The literal blue collar with his name stitched across his chest.

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