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 don’t thoroughly subscribe to the “write what you know” dictum. I mean, come on, does that mean I have…
In 1997, I started a book called “Huck Finn is Dead.” It made the rounds of the top New York…