IF THIS WERE A MOVIE BY DAVID HANDSHER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 51
It would begin, even before the opening credits, with this scene:
It is dark.
It is a Nebraska winter night. The road, I-80, is icy and the wind swirls up chilled foggy air.
Inside the car, I am driving. I am 24 years old.
Longish beard, longish hair. Archie, from Brooklyn, sits in the pas…