A Sociologist and a Stranger
Tomorrow morning, your Neighborhood Sociologist will toss a few pieces of luggage into the back of his beat-up Kia Soul and begin a six-hour drive down the Eastern Seaboard, from Norfolk, Virginia, to South Carolina. I’m heading home for Turkey Day.
It’s a relatively quiet drive along Interstate 95—an endless reel of pine trees, farms, and highway exits.…
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