As I was heading towards the airport on Monday, I stopped at the first North Carolina rest area off of Interstate 85 to place this sweater. Rest areas are a great communal gathering of sorts and, like the public transit station in a city, can be a very democratic place. While other sweaters have been posted in several rest areas throughout the country, I was struck by the number of ash trays that adorned the walls of buildings as well as the free-standing ones along the side walks. Then, I remembered that I was in the tobacco state. This placement also reminded me of my mother, who also struggles with suitable housing, and is a smoker.