All the way to Opelousas, I thought of the machinist whose name I never learned. He had gone out and come back only to find a single change: he was older. Sometimes a man’s experience is like the sweep second hand on a clock, touching each point in its circuit but always the arcs of movement repeating.
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William Least Heat-Moon Blue Highways: A Journey Into America |
A Morning Conversation On Work
Me: I love how southern newspapers will just use people's first names in crime stories. Like this, from Bainbridge, Georgia - "Billy Ray Suspect in Tuesday Arson"
Diana: Well, everyone knows Billy Ray. If you said Mr. Donaldson was a suspect, they'd think you meant Billy Ray's father.
