A crazy early wake-up, out west on I-40 through the pitch black, north through Geary to Watonga alongside the rising sun, then Highway 270 west, way out west, past farms and cattle and wind turbines, to Woodward, for client work. And back.
“There’s a road in Oklahoma, straighter than a preacher, longer than a memory.”
Side note: Once upon a time, Steve Earle was young. Just like the rest of us.