BlogSchmog | We live as if the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be.

At about 12:30p Eastern, the family left Georgia and entered South Carolina. Nine hours later, we still hadn’t cleared. Garrison Keillor sang a song on the radio about the future, a fitting soundtrack to our love-hate relationship with technology—and the absence of it—as we tried to get out of the pastoral countryside of the Palmetto State.