The American Religion of Self-Storage Facilities

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During the summer of 2019, not long before COVID shut the country down, I spent three and a half days driving from Connecticut, where I live, to Kansas City, where I grew up, and three and a half days driving back. Mainly, though, I spent long hours alone in my car thinking about our remarkable country. The facility was accessible by subway, and he visited from time to time. “Literally, though, years would pass,” he told me.

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