
"66 is the path of a people in flight, refugees
from dust and shrinking land, from the thunder of tractors and shrinking
ownership, from the desert's slow northward invation, from the twisting
winds that howl up out of Texas, from the floods that bring no richness
to the land and steal what little richness is there. From all of these
the people are in flight, and they come into 66 from the tributary
side roads, from the wagon tracks and the rutted country roads. 66
is the mother road, the road of flight."