I drove from Chicago to Atlanta in 12 straight hours earlier this week. It's a beautiful drive and I wish everyone could make it, but I'm sure plenty of people can't and wouldn't want to if they could. Oh well. Southern Kentucky is gorgeous and the highway wraps and winds around the forests and hills, running at the edge of cliffs and rarely passing through any major urban center. It feels, and this is an odd way to express it, very middle America. My car has an auxiliary for my ipod, so I was fortunate enough to avoid changing CDs at 75 MPH. I'd also say it was pretty fortunate that I found this Emmylou Harris song in time to add it to my driving mix. It's kind of amazing and was probably the right thing to listen to - it made me feel a bit less like some asshole from Chicago passing through on his way to law school.