The Wistful Voyage

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The van smells of diesel and old coffee. It is a smell I have known for twenty years. I am driving south. The highway is a gray ribbon stretching into the mist. My hands are on the wheel. They do not shake. I am a craftsman. I fix things. Specifically, I fix the cooling systems in the municipal water treatment plants. It is unglamorous work. It is necessary. I stop at a rest area. The concrete...

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