Wrath of Grapes?

The new Okies

I have spotted an interesting trend among eastbound Interstate traffic. We keep passing vehicles, some singly, some in convoys, with California license plates. There are cars packed as full as they can be, vehicles pulling rental trailers, trucks and trailers piled high with household furnishings, haphazardly lashed down, sometimes covered with tarps.

These rolling refugees remind me rather much of the Okies in The Grapes of Wrath. The one difference: In the 1930s, people were going to California; now they're leaving the state.