Sunday, October 26, 2025
Time: 6:14 PM
Song: The Devil Went Down to Georgia
Artist: The Charlie Daniels Band
Mode of Consumption: Listening to the radio on the way back from Yorkville.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/383Xl5QTigwj3QiA3Qc6S7?si=550a9e7f6e2545a9
Dusk settled over the nearly empty crop land of north central Illinois as we drove west on Route 30. It’s the path we take from my sister’s home in Yorkville, a two-lane roadway that takes us through towns called Shabbona, Hinckley, and Big Rock. Just little burgs with main streets situated on Route 30.
Each town has a Casey’s gas station, a couple bars, maybe a café, and a few other businesses.
Route 30 once was a major thoroughfare in the era before the tollway. The kind of road that people ventured down and stopped at little motels for the night before going onward west to the horizon the next day.
We’re riding with my parents, who have the radio tuned to a station playing old country. We’ve heard Johnny Cash, Johnny Paycheck, Dolly Parton, and Charley Pride. Voices of the holler, and the prairie, and the wide-open spaces.
I think about frontiers. The people that set out west without really knowing where they might end up. People going to the wilderness.
Is the next frontier space? Or is that too vast for humankind? Will we expire the limits of this world before we solve the riddles of extended space exploration?
Will some brave rocket man face the cosmos fifty years from now with Hank Williams playing in his ears?
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