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The Covered Wagon Reflections on the American Infrastructure The epiphany, I suspect, can be credited to just the right ratio of caffeine, Adderall, and McGriddle—combined with the high-intensity atmosphere I found myself in while pulling the covered wagon through Chicago during morning rush hour. The “covered wagon” was the teardrop trailer I had purchased to serve both as a shelter from the elements and as a means to transport my earthly possessions on my trip from Portland