Old Route 66 still runs the whole length of this town, and the interstate keeps up its low hum beside it through the night. Love's Travel Stop works the hours that suit a place like that — mower out at first light, the grass cut down the frontage before the sun gets serious about the day. Borders get run along the concrete so the line between green and pavement stays honest, weeds come out of the gravel, and the cuttings leave with the truck. Santa Rosa is a town people pass through, which makes a tidy strip of lawn the first thing a stranger learns about it. That is a good thing to be responsible for.