You know that song by Simon and Garfunkel where the guy goes “to look for America?” This is nothing like that.

I left my job as a brewer, kept my “job” as a writer, and set out across the lower 48 to see the sights and sleep where I could. Along the way I tried to eat local specialties, swindle meals from big-name restaurants, and find the perfect taco. I wrote home about the results.

– Joseph Watts

Written in a coffee shop off Haight St. in San Francisco

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