There’s this Roy Clark song, “Thank God and Greyhound You’re Gone.” Right? That’s kinda how I feel about my kids. Now wait. Hold the phone. Context is everything. When The New York Times Magazine runs a front page story featuring a young, attractive, college grad sitting at Mommy and Daddy’s dining room table with a bowl of Kix and a caption over her head which reads: “one in five young adults still lives with their parents” this becomes cause for celebration in the … [Read more...]
It was the lingering afterglow of a journalistic inquiry that had yielded open-hearted stories from ten people on a train — ten people whom I’d randomly chosen to interview on a long ride from St. Louis to Albuquerque and back again. I wanted to check in with somebody else — anybody else, to find out how people were feeling about their lives, their families, their jobs, their future, and the future of our nation in the summer of 2017.
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