"Kathy I’m lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping.
"I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why."
We all walk off to look for America at some point in our lives. It’s a lifelong journey, perhaps. A search we never seem to complete. In spite of the fact that it was always there. We just couldn’t — can’t — see it through our own individual thoughts of what America is supposed to be.