American Gothic Archive

In Daytona. Leaving momentarily. Will be in South Beach Tuesday afternoon. Yes!!!!!!!! A little bummed, though. I spent a week at the beach in North Carolina, working off the farmer’s tan I had developed riding from east coast to west and back again. It was...

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I’m back on the road, finishing this journey. It was three months ago yesterday when I left Miami on my 50cc Scooter. I left Ocean Isle Beach in North Carolina yesterday morning. 210 miles and 11 hours later, and I landed in Beaufort, South Carolina....

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I’m in Charlotte now. I got here yesterday afternoon. I’m resting, or in dude-speak, takin’ ‘er easy. Since about the time I left Roswell, New Mexico, I’ve been sort of jumping around on this site in terms of what I post. One day, I post...

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It’s 12:51am. I’m in Clinton, South Carolina. I’m less than thirty miles away from the house where my children live currently. I thought of staying in that crappy town so I could see them for a night (before I see them as planned a few...

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The answer is yes. I’m tired of traveling. Perhaps if I wasn’t sick, then I’d feel differently. But I am, and I don’t. My plan for a while now has been to go to Charlotte, North Carolina, visit my parents, go to the beach, visit...

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As I enter into the one-horse town of Bronco at 4pm, two pickup trucks, abandoned, rusted, and torn apart, sit on the state line. A single flower stands alone in front of the barbed wire fence. Time change from Mountain to Central in this border...

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A Short Tale Three hundred miles. Five hundred kilometers. Thirty miles an hour, stop every fifty kilometers, rest for 15 minutes. Ten stops. Twelve, maybe thirteen hours. Drive into another time zone, add an hour. 12:20 in the afternoon, Roswell enters my rearview mirror. East...

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I intend to cover a lot of ground today. Probably not the best idea considering that it’s already after 11am and I’ll be entering Central Standard Time today, losing an hour. Doesn’t matter. I have a mission. Get to Houston. (Not today; just very soon.)...

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When pulling up directions on Google to Roswell, I entered my current location (Socorro, New Mexico) and was given three options to specify as the starting address. The first option was about five blocks from where I’m sitting now and was titled “UFO Landing Site.”...

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