National star-spangled banner centennial, Baltimore, Maryland, September 6 — 13, 1914.

Thinking in American

Is tire grooves heading off the map, where good children are left alone in hills of God, in the grass, in towns that put a prickle up your neck. It’s the ink by which an idea arrived at your door one Sunday evening, parked mysteriously in the shadow of the porch with plates from a gleaming city. The circle of lamp-glow, only there, you make out some detail of the country star-pricked.

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Freelance writer from Vancouver, Canada. Posting odds and ends that never made it to print. www.joehitchcock.ca.

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Joe Hitchcock

Joe Hitchcock

Freelance writer from Vancouver, Canada. Posting odds and ends that never made it to print. www.joehitchcock.ca.

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