Category Archives: hitchhiking

BACK AND FORTH by Peter Nolan Smith CHAPTER 6 – LUCKY IN LOVE

May 29, 2023 – 2:42 am

The dawn sun peeked over the eastern mountains and a stark brightness flared through Sean’s eyelids. He crawled from his sleeping bag and rose to his feet. A hissing wind pelleted his face with ancient brine and his body ached from the night’s sleep on the hard desert surface. The New Englander had woken in […]

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WHEELS OF FIRE by Peter Nolan Smith

April 27, 2023 – 1:28 am

In the late summer of 1971 my Paul Deseret and I hitchhiked from Boston to San Francisco. Several of our college friends were living in the Haight. They were girls. I had had sex with one of them and sleeping with Marilyn again was enough of a reason to cross a continent, especially since neither […]

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April 23, 2023 – Key West – Journal Entry

April 26, 2023 – 3:15 pm

The Bertonis are leaving on Monday and all the flights to New York City are booked into the next week. There is always the possibility of a stand-by seat, but the flight is too expensive. School Break prices, so it appears that I will be stuck in Key West $80 in my pocket. Hitchhiking from […]

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APRIL 15, 1981 – HITCHING TO FLORIDA – JOURNAL ENTRY

April 20, 2023 – 12:41 pm

I walked our of the Mudd Club at dawn. The gray skies promised snow. I had my bag in hand. I headed to the Holland Tunnel and stuck out my thumb. I was hitchhiking to Florida to meet my friends, the Bertonis, in Key West. The first ride took me to Philadelphia. I wasn’t on […]

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BAD MOTELS – BAD POETRY September 1978

March 26, 2023 – 2:56 am

Crossing the country I mostly slept in speeding cars Huddled against the door Hoping the driver wasn’t a murderer. Or that his destination lay beyond the dawn. Sometimes the ride ended nowhere a few hours after midnight. Out in the Nevada desert wthout a motel in sight. I stood on the highway The crunch of […]

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