Monday afternoon I arrived at the quarantine.
About an hour later, Jas emerged from the locked building, skidded across the parking lot trying to take off at a gallop, and after a few bites of grass and some snorting, eventually got on this truck.
He'll spend two days in a moving motel, seeing almost all of America, from trees to corn to wheat to sagebrush, as his westward journey progresses.
I followed the truck for half a mile, turned eastward to go back into New York to get a flight, while he and the truck turned westward onto the interstate highway. I said a prayer for no tornadoes, no hail, and no other such gift of the summer in the midwest...
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