Greyhound

I rode a shuttle bus last night up on campus and after everyone boarded and the driver turned off the bright overhead lights leaving a series of moody pools of warm reading light, I was flooded with longing.
Cross-country bus trips of my youth.  Stopping for minutes at a time in little towns whose name I [...]

Letter to a Friend

Dear Wes,
Being in LA always makes me want to write, and since the last thing you said to me as I walked out the door was “write me a letter” I am addressing these scattered thoughts to you.
Riding a bus over a long distance is always interesting to me, even if I spend most of [...]