The other day I was talking to an Uber driver, telling him that I’d just come from the Southwest, driving between New Mexico and Arizona.
“It’s good country out there,” I said. “Big sky. Mountains. Trees. Real America.”
But he wanted to know about the people. Were they happy.
“I couldn’t say,” I said. “Seemed happy, but then these days what does that even mean — happiness is a moving target, you know. You’re happy one minute, next minute you’re not. Still, it’s a different way of life. Much simpler.”