While on tour with JD, I happened onto this barn off the main highway going south toward Virginia. This was Americana for Americana's sake; the birthright and passages of many a countrymen had at one point been marched in uniform over this land, as with much of this area. Generations of folk whose ancestors settled very near here; maybe they were walking on the Spot itself, so goes traditions. I felt out of place and foreign, alone in my own land. This was an America that had not changed and had not wished to change. Why did I feel such an affinity for a place that surely wished I were not there? I was compelled to stop and record the memory, or at least the representation of the memory, in this old barn - painted in the colors of my Nation.
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