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The Howls of that Winter Train

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Kelly drops me off in Hoosick Junction after grabbing groceries in Bennington for her upcoming week.  This greatly reduces the time for me to get to Northampton, MA from Dorset, VT since my boss...

Green State Bound During Covid

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Grays and blacks furrowed the sky in pregnant clouds as I stood there by the CSX yard waiting on my freight.  I left shortly thereafter, leaving my wet footprints behind with sawdust caked to...

Scotty Doesn’t Know

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Scotty was a dreamer, a raconteur of tales at sea, a bullshitter.  He stood about the same height as myself, maybe slightly taller, with a stubbly, red beard, a face tattoo of a diamond...

Riding Freight through the Clouds

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I spent the hours before dusk curled up in the dirt beneath a bush, with empty bottles and cans of beer scattered around me, left by past train hoppers.  Plastic bags of trash dangled...

To Those I’ve Lost

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I really hate needles.  I stumble across them all the time in the invisible woods, under bridges and by the train tracks no matter how small the town or city.  It’s an epidemic.  It’s always depressing...