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...

Shangri-la

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I splay out along a swimming hole where the cataracts flow, down the craggy chasms of rock, over the moss and through the riffs and ferns, swimming out to meet the St....

Scotty Kickin’ Dope on a Freight to Livonia

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I woke to the train's thrumming, and the clickety-clack of her wheels.  The tapping of rain struck against the roof as she rolled out of the yard towards Livonia.  Puddles of raindrops...

Donations

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Thanks to those who donated. I received 3 months worth to cover the server costs to keep the blog rolling for a little bit. New content will be posted once...

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...