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.
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
Sometimes, Luck is All You Need
I’d joined the Army. I was eighteen and I was hitchhiking from Solana Beach, California to Minneapolis to visit my mother before riding the big dog to Fort Knox for Basic Training.
Shelly
Shelly’s husband committed suicide thirty years ago that day.
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