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Highway 80 west stories

Highway 80 west stories

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I drove from Michigan to California. I just left the war. I had money and 12 days to go 2500 miles.
Highway 80 west-road story part one.

Highway 80 west-road story part one.

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For Lana Del Rey. She could steal my soul and make me young again.
Highway 80 west stories   part 2  "Lana"

Highway 80 west stories part 2 "Lana"

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Good to travel when you are young. Never know what you can learn when you have no final destination or rush to get to somewhere.
Highway 80 west stories.   Part three "Cheyenne, Wyoming"

Highway 80 west stories. Part three "Cheyenne, W..

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Time and distance decreases the pain. Life teaches us life isn't fair. Sometime we must burn to know we are alive.
Highway 80 west stories. Part four.  Salt Lake city, Utah

Highway 80 west stories. Part four. Salt Lake cit..

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Long ride and the long highway allow us to learn. We are not alone.
Highway 80 west stories. Part five  Two days in Salt Lake city. Conversation with Lana.

Highway 80 west stories. Part five Two days in Sa..

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My traveling tale. I left the war and took a 12 days road trip from Michigan to Monterey, California in 1992.
Highway 80 west stories. Chapter six.  Salt Lake city

Highway 80 west stories. Chapter six. Salt Lake c..

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A nice city to learn what you truly need.
Highway 80 west stories. Chapter seven. Good conversation.

Highway 80 west stories. Chapter seven. Good conve..

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Ancient people can teach us how to live.
 Highway 80 west stories.   Chapter eight. Finding some kind of peace.

Highway 80 west stories. Chapter eight. Finding..

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Life can be hard. Can be fair also.
Highway 80 west stories. Chapter nine. The real truth.

Highway 80 west stories. Chapter nine. The real tr..

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People see what they want. They don't want to see the truth.