I bought the cardboard box of books for “The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar.” There were a half-dozen or more old books in the box but I only wanted that one. I was afraid…
Tag: travel
The suitcase looked to have belonged to a military man. It was a dull green canvas with four narrow wooden slats fitted around it like belts. It sat there unassumingly on the concrete floor near…
I had my eye out for mile marker 116.7 as we drove along the Pennsylvania Turnpike headed west last week. At that point, I would be in the vicinity of Negro Mountain Tunnel, though I…