The Nearly American Dream

It was dinnertime and these guys were waiting on their truck-ride home. They caught me taking this photo – and we all shared in the amusing irony of the event. By the time the light had turned green, they’d loaded in and driven away, their work behind them. The dull torpor of middle income American expressionism cannot upstage these guys before 800 million Facebook viewers. These were the only strangers who really noticed me today….

The American Dream – a days-end reason to smile and the inalienable right to pop a cap off a bottle of cold beer. (or pop a cap in dat-ass)

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