follow the lights

The remembrance crept into my mind this afternoon – a memory usually left somewhere in the back, catalogued for an occasional trip down memory lane. It was hellish ride that night. We huddled tightly together in the backseat of a friend’s truck, following behind...

Main Street USA

I saw a man today. Actually, I heard him before I saw him. That happens when you work on Main Street USA … you hear things. The loud squeal of breaks as a semi stops for the red light. Laughter of the ladies passing by on their way to the dress shop. Not so...
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