Joadmobile

I write from a motel near Dayton, Oh., after a long second day of our Cross-Country Odyssey.
The plan was to load the car of Kathy’s late Aunt Dolores with such of Dolores’ things as we wanted to bring west, then drive cross-country in the middle of winter in an underpowered, overloaded 1995 Ford Escort station wagon with 94,000 miles on it. Surely I wasn’t the one who thought of this.
I can’t help but think I’ve been conscripted into the Joad family. We’ll be strapping Granny to the roof any t...