Tonight, along the side of an empty stretch of Highway in the flattest part of the middle of nowhere, I saw a woman standing over the body of her recently deceased husband. The scene itself wasn’t gruesome, but it certainly was tragic and heartbreaking. I passed the whole thing at sixty-five miles per hour so I didn’t get to take everything in as fully as I might have preferred considering the circumstances. At the moment, and in hindsight my heart breaks for her loss. The expression on her face was one of absolute abandon. In one moment, everything in her life is as normal as it’s been for as long as she cared to remember. In the next moment, everything in her life is in upheaval. Uncertainty. Sorrow. Pain. Agony. Heartbreak. All of these things just standing there in the tall grass beyond the rocky shoulder of an aging piece of America’s infrastructure.