You know you're back in Indian country when you're scanning the radio dial seeking more spin after the big debate, (I'm a masochist) and instead of pundits you come across Navajo drum music. It was so fitting that I tuned in to that familiar sound just as took I-40 east heading to Albuquerque. In a further cultural mishmosh which is the very definition of the America that I know, I pulled into a motor court here on old Route 66 in Holbrook, AZ because I was just too … [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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