Another day at the marina, I was in my usual leisure mode of reading, observing, and grazing on peanuts when I noticed a thirty-something angler
On another occasion, I encountered a very genteel man in his 70’s who was obviously of Oriental descent. Occasionally, I liked picking out a particular
Another night behind another Holiday Inn, this time in the super-cool, elevated air of Ely, Nevada. All I had to look forward to the next
Nowadays, a sign of the times has persuaded proprietors of non-chain motels to brandish signage saying: “American Owned”, one of which was my first stop.
As I passed through Gunnison, I wondered if Gene’s daughter was still living at the “log house” up the road in Almont. I passed up
The next morning, the coal trains were silent, but in their place were the constant cacophony of the omnipresent Harley Bunch as they sped by