Is there ever a good time to tell somebody as hot-tempered and high-strung as Sara something like that?

Sitting there about a mile away from me in my dad’s blue Studebaker Champion, she just glared at me as we sailed across Illinois through a shimmering green sea of soybeans.

ILLINOIS LINE BY STEVEN MARSHALL NEWTON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 18

As a blast of sizzling hot air roared up out of the south and sucked the breath right out of us one muggy, bug-sp…