Austin to Chicago, pt. 4: A Welcoming Feeling

I have a distrusting nature. I don’t know, nor really care, what it stems from. I do know that it is well intact and with age it just grows and wraps its ivies around every part of my being. If my eyes aren’t giving enough to a stranger then my mouth takes over. A gentleman … Continue reading

Austin to Chicago, pt. 3: More Sweat But This Time With Silent Cursing

Maybe it’s because I grew up in southern Indiana but I feel that it is much more beautiful. The hilly outskirts of the Appalachians painted endless humps of trees green and forced trails and roads to curve and carve beside and through them. Grand reservoirs slept in the crooks of its elbows and the towns … Continue reading