The bus drove on down Highway 30…overlooking fields of dead corn…brown stalks laid on their sides…the harvest had picked the place over…nothing green remained…it was now into Autumn…the first freeze would come soon…

And they drove further on 30…lookin’ at gas prices and diners…a shiny tin place called Schoop’s Hamburgers…cars parked all out side around the joint…people waiting to get in…people wanting a Schoop’s hamburger…they had choices to make…they chose Schoop’s…

These strip malls would pop outta no where…Chinese buffets…Asian massage parlors where men enter from the back door…they’d wear a bag over their heads if they could…

Then there were these seedy motels dotted along the highway…weekly and monthly rates…Motel 6 advertising $39.99 in red neon…older makes of cars parked outside…rustbuckets…old Cavaliers…broken down Mustangs…beaten up Mavericks lined up and ready to rest awhile…maybe it was their final resting place…who knows…

We came upon Gary with it’s smoke stacks that no longer blew smoke…the first sign of Lake Michigan…busted up front porches on houses…another snap shot of America…one more picture of people left behind…