Old fashion ride on the Santa Cruz Local gets me going again
In “The Circus Animals’ Desertion,” Yeats wrote about the loss of youthful elan: “Now that my ladder’s gone, I must
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In “The Circus Animals’ Desertion,” Yeats wrote about the loss of youthful elan: “Now that my ladder’s gone, I must
Read moreMost of us fail most of the time. This year has provided ample personal evidence – besides falling on my
Read moreIf Truckee didn’t have a corrupt Greyhound agent, I would have missed the next day’s ride over the Sierras. I
Read moreEvery time I flexed my right arm, the triceps ached. Yep, the train I had just jumped had probably been
Read more(This is the continuation of the serial novel Nine Innings in Baltimore. Read the previous chapter here.) “In the small
Read moreSince coming to California, I have gloried in escaping the puny scale of the East, where diminished people live in
Read moreSacramento can be a challenging place to catch out. It has bulls and plenty of passersby, as well as a
Read moreAs I tried to sleep in the bushes adjoining the yard, a city cop shone his flashlight in our faces,
Read moreOn Saturday I finally jumped a train of opportunity rather than leaving town to find one. I nearly ended up
Read moreWe all need secret lives. I had to flee again, back into the wilderness aboard a freight. They say the
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