The sun wasn’t up when we loaded into Jody’s Cordoba. My motorcycle was hitched to the back bumper, riding on a fifty dollar trailer made from angle iron and the rear axle […]
173. Telling Myself It’s Not As Hard, Hard, Hard As It Seems
138. Lifestyles of the Fresh and Fly
When I was a preschooler I passed hours with my father’s stacks of 45’s, playing with them as much as playing them. I loved the exotic labels — Swan, Roulette, Dot, obscure […]
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