Status Updates From Гроздья гнева

I don't remember Grampa dying this early. But I guess he got his wish. He died before even crossing the border of Oklahoma

~ 66 is the path of a people in flight, refugees from dust and shrinking land, from the thunder of tractors and shrinking ownership, from the desert's slow northward invasion, from the twisting winds that howl up out of Texas, from the floods that bring no richness to the land and steal what little richness is there.