Mary: “Are you sure this is the way to Bethlehem?” Joe: “For crying out loud. I know the way to my old hometown.” Mary: “I hope you called ahead. Knowing your mother, she’d make us sleep in the barn.” 1958 Ford Fairlane 500.
He: “The bastards did it. They dropped the bomb, the Twitter bomb. It seared the land until dirt burned like cornbread stuffing in a Swanson’s TV dinner. Dead tweets fall from the sky like black snow. The only survivors are me, my Buick, and Ro Khanna.” 1954 Buick Special.