Look in the glove compartment of my car and you won't find a single glove. But you will find maps - tattered maps of places I once visited. I can look at road maps of the United States forever, reminding myself of strangers met along the way, of small roads with small towns of unexpected beauty, of farms and fairgrounds and Civil War battlefields, of college towns where I once taught, of the never-far-from-my-thoughts Mississippi River, the majestic highway that bisects the nation. I like to situate myself in the larger universe of continents and rivers and oceans that I was born into.
- William Zinsser, in The Writer Who Stayed
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