Day 9: Reno–driving driving driving
We drove all day, and all night, and made it to Reno. I had an interesting time listening to the ranters on A.M. talk radio. They could’ve used more black preachers. At a big truck stop in town a tall, bosomy Native American hooker is in line ahead of me. Amazonian. She sashays her explodingly packed outfit and flips her hair with pride. She gets into a fancy truck that pulls up. Everyone gapes and snickers. A wino hunkered in the bushes as we carried the sleeping kids to our motel room.
