A high school friend, Alex Resiner, took his bi-annual (tri-annual?) road trip across America in October 2006. He has some incredible photographs of the trip and some insight into Americana here.

I’ve always meant to do some sort of road trip but there has never been the time, the money, etc. (Note to self: Figure it out.) The closest I came was in December 2000 when my friend Aaron, my ex-boyfriend Dennis and I made plans to go up to New Hampshire and harass J.D. Salinger. I was going to lure Salinger into meeting us by dropping off a book of Rumi with some clever inscription. (A very crafty young Corley, I was — and by crafty I mean naive and ridiculous.) We had the motel booked and everything but then I got horrible stomach cramps the morning we were supposed to leave (read: turned chickenshit) and the whole thing crapped out.