After kickin’ it for a week in a townhouse off of Martin Luther King Blvd., gettin’ high off edibles, and free climbing the Flatirons in Boulder, I felt eager to hit the road again. Meeting up with my old college partner-in-crime made me reminisce the past. Honestly, my life has not changed much since college.
Archives for March 2017
Train Hopping Springfield The sound of steel bouncing around under tons of empty coal cars lulled me into a meditative state, neither asleep nor awake. With every sudden stop, sideout, signal or crew change I kept my wits about me and woke up from my trance-like daze. Riding empty coal felt much like a gondola,
Train Hopping Memphis The stiff concrete made me toss and turn early morning. I continued to lay there unable to wake from my comfortable zzz’s until broken free by the charming noise of a bellowing horn. I thought none of it as I packed my gear in a lackadaisical fashion, ready to tramp it down the
Train Hopping Huntsville I camped in the woods for two weeks right outside of the Rocket Center, where my wife works, traveling 3,000 miles by freight to see her. It looked like Train Hopping Huntsville lay ahead in my future, but who knew what the road left for me in these dreary days. Each and
Meth in Maui “This is a throwback prose short story from our time hitchhiking around the island of Maui. When the wife and I were bummin’ it in Hawaii for our honeymoon. I’ve added dialogue based on memory from our travels in Maui. I will continue to post stories as I get around to writing