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Ever since October 1967, when he set out in a battered motor home to go "on the road," Charles Kuralt has been sending back a very special kind of story—warm, funny, open-hearted explorations of America and Americans, stories from the backroads, "where there is room for diversity and the occurrence of small miracles," that tell us something not only about the people he portrays but about ourselves and this infinite and various country.
"The backroads connect up a country that still seems rather fine and strong and enduring," he writes. "You don't read about this America in your morning paper. But it's there."
And now it's here. On the Road with Charles Kuralt brings together the best of his pieces, ninety-two in all—shorter essays from the CBS Evening News, longer stories from ' Crossroads, The American Parade and his On the Road specials. Here you'll find the Missouri doctor whose fee is a mason jar of buttermilk or maybe just a handshake; the wiliest horse trader in Texas; the...
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Ever since October 1967, when he set out in a battered motor home to go "on the road," Charles Kuralt has been sending back a very special kind of story—warm, funny, open-hearted explorations of America and Americans, stories from the backroads, "where there is room for diversity and the occurrence of small miracles," that tell us something not only about the people he portrays but about ourselves and this infinite and various country.
"The backroads connect up a country that still seems rather fine and strong and enduring," he writes. "You don't read about this America in your morning paper. But it's there."
And now it's here. On the Road with Charles Kuralt brings together the best of his pieces, ninety-two in all—shorter essays from the CBS Evening News, longer stories from ' Crossroads, The American Parade and his On the Road specials. Here you'll find the Missouri doctor whose fee is a mason jar of buttermilk or maybe just a handshake; the wiliest horse trader in Texas; the last of the authentic Alaskan pioneers; the town that invented its own language to bamboozle tourists ("If a bright-lighter come in, you want to harp a little nonchness on him, you know"); the world-class croquet player from back-country Kentucky; the men who built the Golden Gate Bridge; the poet of steam engines; and the
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Spivey family of Blackfoot, Idaho: Jerry, Terry, Sherry, Merry, Kerry, Cherry, Perry, Zerry, Berry—and Joe. Here are blacksmiths, moonshiners, auctioneers, prospectors, boatbuilders, fishermen, dreamers, heroes and eccentrics—all evidence that, as Kuralt says, "Americans are up to all sorts of surprising things. You never know what— until you go out and take a look."
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