Gratitude for the way folks you only meet for a short hour or two spend weeks preparing, in this case so the library was overflowing, even though THE PACKERS WERE PLAYING. Thank you, Cumberland.
Awful long time since I heard this one.
I spent many years riding with and writing about truckers (still miss my beloved Road King t-shirt, which finally disintegrated) and there are truckers in my family (including my late Uncle Stan, for whom I wrote “How Many Miles”) (although Aunt Meg may have had her Freightliner first) and when I observe the driving habits…View post
Shot this self-portrait on second-to-last morning of the recent book tour leg. Note plastic plant, lame coffee, and general sag-eyed cragginess. Fortunately the book business does not require nip and tuck. At least not for me. Despite the general droopiness you are looking at a photo of a guy who loves what he does. Oh,…View post