The pay phone is like the dinosaurs who were discovered in this region of the country–a relic of a bygone era. This sweater was placed at a rest stop in Nebraska as I headed east for the 4th of July festivities. And as I stopped either for a rest, overnight camping or in a hotel, I was rewarded to see the rich diversity that make up our country. People of all different backgrounds were filling the highways as they too headed out on to the open road, searching for the ubiquitous road trip experience that is especially unique to the U.S.. It is a nomadic practice in such a uniquely individually customized manner. For some, it is an annual pilgrimage of connecting with nature, family, and friends. For others it’s a means to an end of just reaching a destination. And, whenever I travel, I think about the possibility of being a true nomad, one without the centered grounding of place, home or structure. What would it be like to not have to return or to not have a place to return to? It’s one thing to reach a destination, it’s another thing to have nowhere to go.