Any person who is determined to travel in a leisurely manner, neither crowded into a train nor fuming in lines at an airport, who is willing instead to drive from town to town, stopping at small establishments along the way, who either has no objection to loneliness or understands how it can be assuaged by a simple process involving a roadhouse, a jukebox, a conversation struck up with whoever in the vicinity seems one drink further along, and a half-hour alternating between vertical and horizontal ambition upon a motel mattress, this type of person will find a great deal to like in that particular corner of the country. April to May is the best time to pass through it. Beware of those with visible firearms or raven tattoos.
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