Rich here to ask if you've ever been in a long-distance relationship that required hours of driving just to see the Love of your Life? Back in the summer of 1973 I was briefly engaged to a girl who lived in the farmlands of North Dakota, 600 miles from me. On Friday mornings after working all night and with no sleep, I'd hop in my car and drive more than 10 hours to see my fiancée, only to make the long drive back home on Sunday -- something I was committed to doing because I thought I was in love.
There are a lot of things you see on the highways and truck stops on a long road trip like that, and back in 2007 Fountains of Wayne accurately captured the tiresome sights and sounds of Roadside America accurately, as well as the yearning that spur such endeavors.
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