Halfway
When I was seven or eight years old, I used to lie awake at night and imagine the end of … Continue reading Halfway
When I was seven or eight years old, I used to lie awake at night and imagine the end of … Continue reading Halfway
The Los Angeles Marathon is next weekend, and as someone loosely connected to—and just as quickly disconnected from—the running world … Continue reading Who you Fooling?
I left my home in GeorgiaAnd I headed for the Frisco Bay‘Cause I’ve got nothin’ to live forLooks like nothin’s … Continue reading What Otis Redding Didn’t Say
It’s after midnight again, and despite having no real reason to be awake this late anymore, here I am– my … Continue reading Where am I? And what the hell time is it?
Late October is a beautiful time of the year in the Eastern Sierra high country. Stands of aspen trees have … Continue reading Close Encounters of the Ursine Kind