Consider the road, any road. How things would look without it, why it is where it is, what it brings us to when we don't have anyplace to be. Where these stories take place the road cuts through fields of potatoes, corn and tobacco, past ponds and broken down barns, clotheslines and kitchens with lights left burning through the night. Where people don't kill each other very often or shoot at each other much, and bombs are not falling from the sky...