A writer from New Delhi sets out to drive Route 66: "It’s not always the case that the reality of a place lives up to one’s imagined idea of what it would be, but America was ravishing even before one got to its fabled landscapes. There was such a frightening poetry to those evening drives, when a band of volcanic orange lay in compacted silence at the base of an indigo dome of sky studded with a single star."
What a New American Citizen Learned on Route 66
A writer drove from Chicago to L.A. to see what it truly means to belong to a place.
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