True Story©… A Street of Bourbon
When I was a kid I only travelled outside of my home state a VERY few times, and never outside of the time zone I was born in until I was an actual adult. Never set foot on a plane until I was 20. Everywhere we went was driveable distances. It became such a “thing” that even in adulthood, I will sooner drive out trips that many people will fly. Kid me, having only been to Williamsburg and the beach in VA, then Atlanta after that – outside of visits to grandma’s family down in the sticks in SC – used to think that the lines one saw on a map would be visible out in the world as you travel. Like there would be a white line marking the exit of one state and into the next. Adult me, as soon as the constraints of being a broke child were off, got the fuck out and around the country even if to be inconvenienced by the habit of driving instead of even CONSIDERING flying. One such trip transpired and the young age of 21… I rented a car because I was driving an abs