These are my ramblings collected from Amtrak conversations, reflections on rural America, a fictional narrative about a Sunday in the park and a walk along Boston’s Freedom Trail.
All I need is enough clothes for eight days and enough stories to last me a lifetime.
The start to my cross-country expedition involves strangers on a train, an Indian man who’s tire of chicken and Ariel, …
Malden, a town that America has possibly forgotten (although it may be for good reason).
Why enjoy the silence when you can talk to travelers about how the portraits, landscapes and statues of Chicago’s Art …
A flash-fiction entry telling an imaginary conversation about “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte.”
No longer alien to this Angeleno, I was delighted to re-explore my favorite city.
Everything I wish I knew before boarding the Amtrak Southwest Chief to Chicago.
Freedom and garlic are in the air of this harbor town that is more exciting from the ground.
