The foreign aura of the passenger seatbelt light
After he retired, my maternal grandfather drove by himself (for fun) through every state in the US except Hawaii. He eventually got a Winnebago RV when he got really old, but for thousands of those logged miles, he slept in a tiny road-bungalow setup in the capped bed of a Chevy S10 pickup. That’s hard as shit! I wish I was that tough! My grandfather was an argumentative, stubborn, prickly person (and by multiple accounts, a real humdinger of a rat bastard) who did everything his own way to a...