A dusty farm road in Eastern Kentucky. The first road that ever mattered.
After years in the Arizona desert, I return to the 200 acres my family has worked for four decades — to aging parents, fireflies under a full moon, and the quiet realization that there are only so many trips home left.
This is an animated reading of “Mile Marker: My First American Road” from Endless American Road.
Full essay:
https://www.endlessamericanroad.com/p/mile-marker-my-first-american-road
