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Notes from a Near Southerner

University of South Carolina, not United States Chicken

Saw someone once with a bumper sticker that said “I’d rather be driving on Ayd Mill.”

I did what we all do when our souls are destroyed from capitalism: I took sick leave and ran away to Arkansas.

I sent dozens of photos to my grandparents’ electronic photo frame.

Here is a place the narrator longs for, a place whose very smallness and peacefulness my friends have always laughed at.

So of course I had to try it for myself. For research.

You can see why my elementary school brain latched onto Idaho.

Every now and there, we’d pass windmills.

When my dad first suggested the trip, I’m sure I rolled my eyes—why did every family trip have to be so educational?

That’s how I’ve always known it.