Books, Books, Books

Just after 9 p.m., I climbed abroad a Continental Trailways bus and stared through green glass as my parents watched the second of their two sons head off to college. Leaving the station, the bus moved into the bayous of south Louisiana along old Highway 90, then over the swamps and across rice and sugar cane fields and on through a night of small towns, finally climbing the Sabine River bridge into Texas, where a mileage marker announced New Mexico 878 miles. That should give any young man enough room