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.
Metaphor Racing
americaisabeautifulthing.com My son, Eli, and I spent the weekend at Talladega, a NASCAR track in Alabama. It was our first NASCAR event. I might love NASCAR, the wholesomeness of it, the innocence, the obliviousness, the sensuality, the Americanness; the families and...
Bye-bye, Bud
Busch Light has taken over...
Hannibal to Cairo via East St. Louis
America is a beautiful thing… americaisabeautifulthing.com My plan was to follow The Great River Road, the Blues Highway, the Highway 61 Revisited by Bob Dylan, from Minneapolis to Memphis then cut across to Birmingham for two days of NASCAR at Talladega with my son,...
The Small Motel
Last night a friend asked me how I find the small, locally-owned motels where I tend to stay. I told him I just wander around whatever town I’m in until I see a motel-looking building that doesn’t have a Holiday Inn Express sign on top. You don’t meet interesting...
For Rent
It couldn’t have been the name...
I Need a New Hobby
Home away from home last night, Viroqua, WI. Long ride in hard rain yesterday, more rain today. Maybe I should find a new hobby…
The Pit
After my driver’s license was suspended, I started hanging out nights at the Pit & Paddock. The Pit was a 3.2 joint on Snelling Avenue in St. Paul. It was deep and narrow with a black door, black walls, black ceiling, fluorescent lights hanging on chains, the...
Shade
Sunny, mid-80s, a break in the shade in the middle of Iowa farm country…
Ivory
It was 96 degrees yesterday in Montgomery, Alabama. I sat in the shade under the canopy of The Legacy Museum and had a conversation with the security guard. Her name is Ivory. We talked for an hour. She’s sixty-two and remembers as a child helping her...
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