American Pie
Today as I crossed my county from Bayside through Farm Land to the Gulf and back again, I had a little head time. Probably one of the only things I miss about commuting to the metro hub “on the other side of the bay,” is my head time. It wasn’t really the vast farmlands of The Midwest, mind you. The houses are only about 5 acres apart, but farmland runs between them and I roll down
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