It’s 106 miles to the crossroads. We’ve got a full tank of gas, we’re wearing sunglasses, and it feels like the end of the world.

Hit it.

(apologies to the Blues Brothers)


Big Sur. Road trips. George Saunders. Stand-up comedy. Hiking. TexMex. Apophenia. Scruffy dogs. Eavesdropping. Quint’s monologue. Yacht rock. Space. Fighting stupidization.

ⓒ 2022 Crystal Jackson