Heading down the highway with the sun momentarily blinding me for a split second before I pull the visor down and swing it, blocking the sun's rays from piercing my vision from the driver's side as I turn and head further south down Highway 76; the radio fizzles with static some before the St. Louis station booms back with the latest pop songs, alternatingly depressing and joyous raptures emanating from the speakers of the old truck as we jostle down the old highway.
