Kim Heacox: Incense and Insurrection
The VW hippie van smelled of incense and insurrection. Neil Young sang on the tape deck. Issues of Rolling Stone lay about, dog-eared, coffee-stained. The heater blasted on full. The woman driver snapped gum with her big teeth as we rolled south into Utah. In military fatigues and wire-rim glasses, the guy who looked […]
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