“I’m just sayin’,” he said, “It’s not fair.” He leaned his forearms on the oak wood bar, condensation running down the domestic beer bottle in front of him. A woman with tight-cropped hair stood on one side; I sat around the rounded corner on the other, looking at a Read more…
People typically know that I’m from the Midwest before I open my mouth. “You just look like it,” I’ve been told, more than once. And when I do open my mouth, even if my “looks” didn’t out me — my accent certainly does. (And if I drink, I have to Read more…
I started this week in Pennsylvania, made it through the state of New York, and by the time you read this, I should be well on my way to Vermont. The leisurely pace of the first leg of my trip has quickened, and between now and Christmas, I will cover Read more…