Big American Drives: The Cure is Def Leppard

I lived in the American midwest for the first thirty-eight years of my life. When I lived there, on a break from work, I’d usually make the drive to Iowa where my father’s side of the family lived and still lives. After the toxic fallout from American Politics was over in our family, mostly, I remained close with (at best) five of my twenty plus first cousins, my double digits of uncles and abundance of aunts. After all was said and done and the growing up and out was completed, five relationships had survived the insanity that was part of being a politically engaged American in…