TEXT: "I'm moving to Denver in a month to be CO's death penalty specialist. Fun! Hope you're well."
In a matter of seconds my phone was ringing. I looked out the window of the car onto York, PA. There was that stupid muscle man lifting barbells. A McDonald's off I-83. Some industrial warehouses.
Another 15 seconds and my phone was buzzing. I had a voicemail.
TEXT: "On the road, call you later?"
TEXT: "Sounds good."
I put my phone in my pocket. There were going to be leaves and trees. This American Life was right in the middle of explaining the latest on the economic woes. I was born in Boston.
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