The storm broke just as I reached the outskirts of Iowa City. An unexpected boon, since I had decided to just drive in the country regardless of the weather.

It had been raining for weeks — heavy, dark, driving rains. March rains, holding potential for record snowfalls with just a slight dip in temperature. I was “playing hooky.” Well, not exactly — I had bailed out on obligations that I never really needed to take on in the first place. I was…