America is a beautiful thing…
I wander America on a Harley Davidson motorcycle, sleep on couches and in fifty-dollar motel rooms, eat at Waffle House and Main Street cafes, and have conversations with people whose politics I might not agree with. These are our stories.
We Were Fourteen
We’d walked barefoot along the tracks, balancing on the sun-scorched rails and cooling our feet on the sharp stone ballast every few steps until we were above the Eleventh Street beach and then sat side-by-side on the sandstone cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean,...
Life
I was thinking. Life is only experience, it has a beginning and an end and each day as we live toward death, we decide whether to expand or contract our experience. There is no overcoming it, we die, we all die; no matter how undeserving we imagine a person to be, no...
Stephen Banks
I’m curious about people and I arrange words on pages so that I can read about them. If, while doing so, I can share my surprise and wonder with someone else, you, I will be delighted by your company and will have accomplished far more than I expected.
