What's a former Red Sox cult hero - a married, laid-back, muscular, tattooed Jewish guy from California with a charity for domestic abuse victims - doing in the Carolina hills with a bus full of kids and their baseball gloves?
This is the country at night, veined by darkened highways illuminated at their fringes by floodlit islands, like this one, along Interstate 85, the road that connects the Carolinas. It's in Kannapolis, outside of Charlotte, and it exists to provide for those people of the dark traveling hours who need gas, food, country CDs, disposable cameras, motor oil, biker mags, ... (Full article: 3690 words)
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