The final time America was so totally knocked again on its heels, the freeway felt totally different.
Within the days after Sept. 11, 2001, the airways have been grounded, so I traveled throughout the Midwest by highway. On nearly each block in each city have been alerts of anger, heartache and resolve. American flags in entrance of home after home, enterprise after enterprise. “Our Prayers Are With the Nation” on the signboard of a Lutheran church in Indiana. A snack bar in Ohio, with a home made banner: “God Bless America.” In entrance of a miniature golf course: “Our Nation Will Prevail.”
This summer time I traveled by freeway once more—a 24-hour journey from southwestern Florida to Chicago, 1,340 miles up by means of Georgia, Tennessee, Kentucky, Indiana and Illinois. It felt slightly just like the Sherlock Holmes thriller wherein the clue was the canine that didn’t bark: What was seen on the roadside was not as significant as what wasn’t there.
If you happen to didn’t know the nation was within the midst of a once-in-a-century pandemic, you won’t grasp, at first freeway look, that this summer time is divergent from these previous. All of the momentarily lulling sights: A procuring space referred to as Celebration Pointe, so cheery-sounding, comes into inviting view, and then you definitely discover the ocean of empty parking areas. A minor-league ballpark is shiny and alluring from the skin, till you do not forget that the minor leagues nationwide have canceled their seasons.