I’ve been working with Open Road Media the past few months to (finally) get Butcher, Baker published in the ebook…
New York City is sensory overload. Neither H. nor I really want to be there. But the hippies just drop…
The idea is to drive straight through to Massachusetts, stopping only to top off the oil, pump gas or get…
While we make our way to a full-service rest stop, the tramp falls into a routine. He takes a drink.…
South Dakota. The sun is a blank white fire rolling across the sky. H. and I are squatted at an…
I was a Boy Scout. Should have known better. Never pitch a tent on a slope. Gravity always wins. Your…
His name was Stein. Driving a Ford beater, he stops to pick up H. and I just outside Missoula, Montana.…
Ok, I knew the tango segment would be popular… But I underestimated it a bit… And now realize (duh) that…
Travel is a central motif in my latest book, “Huck Finn is Dead,” albeit in the most exaggerated form: Carney…
Robert Lescher, of the Lescher & Lescher Literary Agency, recently passed away at the age of 83. This post is…