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Life and Life’s Lessons by the Bay…

I awoke this morning to a sharp realization in which I compared my time in San Francisco this last year alongside the personal relationships in my life… of family, friends, and acquaintances. I mean, we’re all interconnected to some degree, and at different junctures, the severity and/or intimacy only depending on the particular person or relationship in question. If this weren’t the case, then how would we be related at all?

At any rate– I was struck by the recollection that even though I spent approximately 4 months in San Francisco, known by the locals as “the City”, I was dismayed for not having pursued the City’s identity sooner. Continue reading

My Highway

As I travel about, I am constantly scanning the horizon and intersecting roads for remnants or clues of where the “old road” used to lie- how it ran- and what it might have looked like 100 years ago. Perhaps it is more accurate to say that I might be interested in not only 100 years prior, but certainly before the modern era of 4 lane Interstate Highways and even of the improved surfaces and routes which were put into place by the Federal Highway Act(s) of the 1910’s &1920’s (the effects and works lasting well into the 1930’s) (). I have come to focus most of my energy on what is now U.S. Route 50, which crosses the nation from Ocean City, Maryland to Sacramento, CA (originally stretching to San Francisco). Continue reading

903 Words, Written In 14 Minutes- Take Me West!

Spring in is, in a peculiar sort of way -and if you are lucky enough to know the difference – a rather depressing and hum-drum affair. It is all for naught, and the process essentially brings some flowers up and out of the mud, if for only a few months, with the fall and winter swallowing up the dead foliage back into the chilly muck of November.

Take my word for it, and head out to the coast, to … Just go out to The City by the Bay and you’ll see. Continue reading

Life And Life’s Lessons By The Bay

I awoke this morning to a sharp realization in which I compared my time in this last year alongside the personal relationships in my life… of family, friends, and acquaintances. I mean, we’re all interconnected to some degree, and at different junctures, the severity and/or intimacy only depending on the particular person or relationship in question. If this weren’t the case, then how would we be related at all?

At any rate– I was struck by the recollection that even though I spent approximately 4 months in San Francisco, known by the locals as “”, I was dismayed for not having pursued the City’s identity sooner. Continue reading

The Trouble With Travel

desert highway

U.S. 50 in Nevada, “The Loneliest Road in America”… If you’re looking for inspiration out here- it had better come from within!

I am beginning to think that travel is bad for the writing process. It seems that the more places I go, the less influenced or inclined I am to about it. I understand that other authors have had, in a great many instances, just the opposite effect– with travel necessarily incorporating new and exciting ideas and thought processes into their script. The problem becomes, I suppose, on how fast you travel, and whether or not writing is the main focal point during that particular journey. Continue reading

A Tinge of Pain, Thoughts and Denial of Loneliness

For a long time now, maybe for the last 10-15 years, whenever I feel like something “just isn’t right”, or more specifically, if I am on the verge of some unpleasant experience, which might be any number of things…. my left forefinger, at the middle knuckle, will ache with arthritic pain. It comes as quickly as does the feeling of dread, and stays until some resolution, or hint of a resolution, is within sight. I have never spoken of, or relayed this to anyone, least of all, the readers of an obscure Continue reading