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.
Jim’s Cafe
In front of Jim’s Café, I sat on the bench next to Ronald Lee Anderson and we got to talking. He told me about places he’d lived and jobs he’d had and how he supported the SCOTUS decision on Roe.
Somebody Had to Go to Jail
Arthur Lee Brown did a 12-year stretch for a piece of bad luck; one guy had a gun, another guy died and somebody had to go to jail.
Ashley, Dobbs and the Visceral Nature of Rage
For her, the SCOTUS decision was intensely personal, that the court was denying her her choice and her sacrifice.
An Odd and Fitting Talisman
America is a beautiful thing... In the Army, I was a reconnaissance specialist assigned to the 1/1 Cavalry Squadron at O’Brien Barracks in Schwabach, West Germany. We spent several months of the year in the field and I needed a knife, a heavy, general purpose knife...
She Started to Cry
Ashley was raped when she was fifteen by someone she knew and that having the baby had been a choice, her god damned choice.
Dogs, Snakes and Blackberries. Everything But Guns.
Blackberries grow wild around Ron’s house, they’re smaller and sweeter than farm-raised but you’ve got to watch the thorns. The dogs like them, too. Rattlesnakes are becoming a problem.
Be Glad You Missed the Show…
Skinny dipping in the Eleven Point River
Ashtrays on the Tables
I sat at the next table and eavesdropped on Sandy’s conversation with the two guys she was sitting with, one wearing an Army veteran cap, as they smoked their cigarettes and ate their grits and bacon.
A Damn Nice Way To End The Day
Chatting it up with a bearded, long-haired local in a camo-schemed 70’s Chevy 4×4 pickup idling along a gravel track in a secluded State Recreation Area is not a story, it’s a movie.
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