Yesterday I found myself at The Oregon Country Fair, a patchouli-soaked cabal of hackneyed licentiousness that seemed especially idiotic given the circumstances. I am normally not too fond of the Nouveau-Deadhead set or the Boomer Weekend Warriors who insist on… Read More ›
Day 8: Westward The Course of Empire Takes Its Way
Awkward is a gross understatement for how I feel in Sheridan, Wyoming. I’m the most openly gay thing to come through this town in years, and I’m not actually gay.
Day 6: Kansas is a Really Long State
No, seriously…the damn thing never ends.
Finding America, Writing A Book About It
I am off to find My America. Not My as in Mine, but My as in Ours. From Bangor to Barstow, this is all our inheritance, bequeathed to us by those that helped make it and make us: I will… Read More ›