After visiting with Jose, we headed across the wide Mississippi (tho' it was lost in the fog) and headed southeast through Illinois (tho' it was lost in the fog). Then crossing the Ohio (partially obscured by fog) into Kentucky, into Tennessee, into Georgia (partially obscured by fog). The cities were centers of swaths of slow moving trucks and cars pouring onto the interstates in search of ways out of town, ways to shopping centers, to emporiums of stuff for Christmas presents.
But we ate up the miles, fed the beast, noted our reliance upon middle eastern oil, told stories, listened to music, listed to news (obscured by the fog), stopped for food at gas stations, noted how billboards obliterate the American landscape (actually form the new American landscape), shared observations on law school and life, and made decisions about stopping for the night (we headed for the Florida border...making it around 1 am), about which highway to take (two interstates diverged in a wood...), about how to live our lives. You know, road trip talk. 
