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09/26/2002: "Road Trip!"

Shelley Jackson's Tour Diary. The tale of Shelley Jackson and Kelly Link's cross-country book tour. Here's an excerpt: "We've just passed the highest point east of the Mississippi, and someone fell off it. There was a hole torn in the guard rails the size of a car. Other reminders of death: four dead deer, one in pieces, a tawny doggish thing, some hunched and desolate furries of indeterminate make, and a lot of rust- colored splash marks. And then there is the windshield, upon which what once were bugs have become pure pigment: white, cherry red and goldenrod."