A week of no wind. We had been at sea for more than a month, fleeing the burning hull of Italy, or civil war and famine, hoping for new lives in Hither Spain. We were all refugees of one sort or another, and many of us were criminals. Not I; I was wealthy and would [...]
Entries from September 2009
September 10, 2009
Albert Lea
When I was nineteen, after having dropped out of high school, I did some hitchhiking with a friend of mine. We hopped a few freight trains as well.
I’m thinking of pulling a story out of this. I don’t want to write about the entire experience (Kerouac has covered this ground before), and I don’t even [...]
