Today I'm thankful for dirt roads. Anymore, the most authentic things in our American culture are not the prettiest, most coiffed or sculpted ideas. I'm thankful for addresses housed on dirt roads, the places far away from 24-hour anythings and drive-thrus. I'm thankful for the washboard ruts, the dust and the tiny pings against a vehicle's metal exterior that symbolize how difficult, how blinding and how real our life roads are, indeed. I'm thankful that dirt gives us roots.
What are you thankful for today?
p.s.
Just checking: Is there anyone out there that has ordered a Kyrie tee but has yet to receive one?
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