Gazing fondly through the haze of an unreliable memory — There’s a certain supremely talented writer — Bev Potter — here on Medium who just happens to live where I grew up, rural(ish) Northeastern(ish) Ohio, and a recent piece she wrote brought tears to my eyes. Tears of nostalgic laughter remembering choking on cheap green pot in truckstop parking lots. American Sideshow Who needs reality TV when you can go to the truck stop?bevpotter.www.baixiangren.com