Old Man Look at My Life

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As the years melt away through the beautiful chaos of the seasons, I see a man standing amongst the second roundabout in Manchester.  He’s about forty years my senior.  He’s neither homeless nor a traveler.  He’s just...

Mount Royal and the Raccoons

Mount Royal and the Raccoons To avoid crossing the border by foot, I took a Greyhound to Montreal, which did not go smoothly by any means. It never does on “The Dog.”  My bus...

Gettin’ Flooded

“This story is from the winter of 2017 after I gave Kelly most of my money to pay off her credit card debt, and traveled America on little to no money as spring hit...

Under a “Needle-Infested” Bridge

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"This story is from the winter of 2017 after I gave Kelly most of my money to pay off her credit card debt, and traveled America on little to no money as spring hit...

Giants on the Steel in Small-town Iowa

I hopped off my first Viking Ship around 9 PM, wandering the dark, dusty, dirt roads of Fort Madison, IA. The crisp air calmed me and as I listened to the deafening bellows of bullfrogs croak...