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.
I Have a Friend Named Titus
Titus showed me one of his rifles, a Masterpiece Arms .338 Lapua Magnum with a Defiance action and Trigger Tech Diamond set at 1 pound with a Valdada Recon G2 optic 4.8-30x56mm scope
The Wedding
As it got dark, John lit the twenty-five foot tall bonfire he’d spent the previous day constructing
Best Fried Bologna Sandwich in the Galaxy
The Star Motel is one of those privately-owned brick motels built in the sixties with tired carpet, frayed towels and a clogged bathroom sink.
A Wander About America
I had a Cajun friend in the Army. He grew up in the bayou and swore in French.
Hey!
Hey!
Train Dork
A very good friend of mine is a train dork
Yellow Coffee
The yellow water of Winnfield, Louisiana makes excellent coffee
Juana
Juana Flores is sixty-two and has worked at the Shiloh Inn for twenty years.
My Brother, My Brother
Greg can no longer assemble coherence
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