I am driving a car, I can not see the road, and I am scared. I hear a train signaling its approach. My tires hit the railroad tracks…
A lifetime of friendship
Squeezed into an hour
began with a mundane discussion
of the weather and the late running trains
I had been to a meeting way out somewhere in West Virginia, where some of us would go to…
She faced the Isle sitting next to the pole alongside the door. I sat across from her–her baby nestled against her bosom. The car shook, and the…
In my youth, as I walked along the railroad bed the natural world was my companion.
Bellows Falls VT was the last stop for this New York Central car. Was the conductor’s uniform like those worn by the engineers who…
The landscape as a Rorschach test — patterns evoked that are long forgotten or suppressed — the mind idling as…