“You know you’ve been out of the South too long when you’re cruising in the lazy-making sunshine down a road so flat the land seems to have stretched itself out for a nap, somewhere between Faulkner’s home and Elvis’s grave, and still you can’t help but creep up on the slowpoke ahead until you’re close enough to read bumper stickers going all the way back to the first Bush. And you know you’ve been in New York too long when, at the first chance, you crank the wheel, swerve out, and gun it.”

-Josh Weil, “Ode to a Mississippi Patrolman”

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