From The Road

No Tech For Old Men

No Tech For Old Men

I’m lying in bed in a motel room. We’ve reached the Mexican border. I’m awakened just after midnight by a deadbolt clunk from the room next door. A loud clunk. It jars me even though I can tell that the person next door is trying to enter quietly. Fifteen minutes later: clunk! Again. I peer out the window and catch a… Read more →