Song 2
A BOOM from the truck motor startled Uri awake with a sultry jolt. He instinctively started his car and then worried about gas. The spring trees were dense all around him with the thick sound of cicadas pressing the air and he briefly felt himself a part of this American thing, both protected and oppressing.
He inserted the next CD and continued down south while half-praying for gas. The songs were by a beautiful woman this time who sang about lost loves she always lamented never receiving while sitting on her sunset porch in Texas.
When he stopped for gas, it was the same sensation he had in New York when he stepped into a bold new world. Now he was in a world of t-shirts, baseball caps, and plaid.
Upon entering the gas station, he was startled by the sudden ring of the door. T
