The absolute worst nights of this journey have been the ones in which I laid awake in some Motel 6 somewhere, or in the quiet of a friend's home and worried, "what have I done?" I know this is old news, I've talked about it, you've encouraged me, I've appreciated it. I'm on Day 51 of this journey, thanks in large part to my backers and band of cheerleaders. Let me just say this for the record: This trip has changed my life. I have one hell of a book. Let me repeat … [Read more...]
It was the lingering afterglow of a journalistic inquiry that had yielded open-hearted stories from ten people on a train — ten people whom I’d randomly chosen to interview on a long ride from St. Louis to Albuquerque and back again. I wanted to check in with somebody else — anybody else, to find out how people were feeling about their lives, their families, their jobs, their future, and the future of our nation in the summer of 2017.
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Her paw print arrived today. Bastards. Just about the time I could get through three hours at a time without crying; just about the time I no longer bowed in reverence to the sacred places … [Read More...]
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We called him Jack, Jack the party crasher. As things would turn out, that wasn’t really his name, but it seemed to fit. Jack, sauntering in to a Christmas party in full swing and hopping up on my … [Read More...]
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