Finding America

Inside Holler House, a family tavern on Milwaukee's South Side where the bowling pins are still reset by hand.

America at 250. Standing Rock. Philadelphia. Arlington. And what four years on the road finally taught me about myself.

A bar on Main Street. A poker hand held by a dead man. And a pattern of ambition and erasure that hasn't changed in 150 years.

The Lorraine Motel. The National Civil Rights Museum. On being near something and still not hearing what it is saying.

A weekend at Talladega Superspeedway. On assumptions, tribal loyalty, and finding people instead of places.

Performance. Erasure. Dehumanization. Isolation. And how all four ran straight through the witness too.

A mural on Coombs Street in South Napa. On the distance between being counted and being seen.

Four years. Thirty communities. Bus 43. Where this all began.