Unfolded The map of Michigan tucked in the glove compartment of my parent’s Pontiac Grand Ville revealed locales far off and foreign. Fingers traced future routes along the web of roads. So many unfolded dreams to discover, places you could… Continue Reading →
Ramblings on the Road I. And miles to go before I sleep at journey’s end, if I’m able to sleep. Oh, a moment for relief and respite, a few hours with eyes closed. But, whether it be for… Continue Reading →
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