Category Archives: hitchhiking

October Crow Screening

June 3, 2024 – 8:27 pm

Dr Neil Nepola. Three nights ago an audience of fifty young peple showed up for the first screening of OCTOBER CROW. The crowd were mostly tgere for Brigette who is a star. But my dear friend of fifty-four years was drivinf from Staten Island. He was running late. To stall tge impatience of the young, […]

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BLINDED BY THE SUN – KATHMANDU – NEPAL – 1995

April 8, 2024 – 12:55 pm

In 1995 I traveled with a lapsed Catholic nun from Lhasa to Shigatse. After several days Dorothy returned to Lhasa. We woke at dawn and breakfasted on Momos or dumpling and butter tea. I wanted to get an early start and Dorothy accompanied me to the southern edge of town. The Asia Friendship Highway ran […]

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SOUTH OF MATZATLAN 1975

February 12, 2024 – 1:56 pm

A drifter stand on Route 15 The Sonoran Desert
 All around Bobby BeBadd Hot Asphalt Under his feet
 The sun parching his Gringo skin Skag soothing his soul
 But Bobby wants
Water
 Shade
 A cold cerveza
 More Culiacan heroin
 And Mazatlan.
 A coastal city.
 THe magic of its name.
 Mazatlan.
 Old Aztec magic.
 Nahuatal for abundant […]

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Clicketty Clack

February 8, 2024 – 12:55 pm

In May 1971 my friend Peter Gorr and I hitchhiked from Boston on I-90 to Utica and then headed north to Old Forge in the Adirondacks. The day got late and night fell on a silent road in the Mountain No traffic either way. We called our friends to pick us up. Standing some twenty […]

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VERMONT WINTAH 1973

January 18, 2024 – 5:47 pm

Vermont Wintah 1973 Montreal buried by blizzards. The temp Minus zero. I was crashing with two New Zealanders Across the street From the Winston Churchill Pub Only forty feet Going out for beer a gamble. Life, death, frozen limbs, or drunk. The snow chest high. More snow everyday More storms on the way Snowbound for […]

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