SYNOPSIS: "It's a simple game, one we only played on our way to Gran's house, on the side of a mountain in Tennessee. On that long stretch of state highway, the kind you see everywhere, littered with abandoned cars, fluorescent stickers marking them as a loss every mile or two, we'd follow these rules:
Eyes on the road. (When we were too little to see the road, we looked either inside the car or out the windshield, never out our windows.)