As fellow St. Louisan T.S. Eliot said, “April is the cruelest month.” But April is also the coolest month: The Last American Road Trip is a national bestseller!
This happened for one reason: you! Thanks to word-of-mouth praise, my new book gained traction. I now have written a bestseller in the worst economy since 1932, topping my prior feat of writing a bestseller in the opening salvo of a global plague.
These are strange times. Nothing lasts, but nothing ends either.
It is surreal to be on tour. There is a stark dichotomy between the wonderful people I meet on the road and the dread I feel when I read the news. Over nine days, I did events in Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, Austin, and Tulsa — and stopped at many places in between. I remain awed by the beauty of our country and inspired by the resilience of its people, but my soul aches at a fate so undeserved.
I have a lot to say about recent events. But I can’t write and tour at once. That is why I am offering you this Exhausted Guilt-Ridden Discount:













