The Old Man and the Motorcycle Punk

  It was the oddest friendship of my life. I figured he was fifty years older than I was though, at fifteen years of age, I was a poor judge the gray-haired crowd. I came to refer to him simply as "The Old Man", though I don't believe I ever called him that to his … Continue reading The Old Man and the Motorcycle Punk

To The People and Paths I’ve Too Often Ignored

For the past few years, I've had an unusual "bucket list destination"; one that, I'm quite sure, no other human has considered as a place they've "just gotta visit" before life is over. This most anonymous of dots on the map may seem a peculiar choice for one as well-traveled as I've been blessed to … Continue reading To The People and Paths I’ve Too Often Ignored