On 9/11
On September 11, 2001, I was just barely 8 years old. As hard as I try, I can’t tell you much from that day. I can remember sitting in the back seat of my mom’s Honda Accord next to my Read more…
On September 11, 2001, I was just barely 8 years old. As hard as I try, I can’t tell you much from that day. I can remember sitting in the back seat of my mom’s Honda Accord next to my Read more…
Sunday night, I stopped in a gas station in a small town in Illinois to pick up ice. The man in front of me was rather unassuming, probably about 5’8” with tanned skin, cropped hair, jeans and a black sweatshirt. Read more…
Over Labor Day weekend, I was in a small town on the Kentucky/Illinois border called Paducah, staying in a free campsite about 30 minutes outside of town in a small state park/forest area. The first night was uneventful, I worked Read more…
Despite growing up just across Lake Michigan, before last Monday, I had spent very little time in this Midwest state. I figured that it would be pretty similar to back home, and overall — I was correct in that assumption Read more…
And just like that… I am on the road. Greetings from Lansing, Michigan! I arrived late last night after an unintentional bout in Chicago rush hour traffic, and after a good night sleep, I set out this morning to orient Read more…