The Big Surreal
At the darkest of night when the moonlight fades, the winds are still and the-sane-ones are in deep REM, we stood in a parking lot for the first-time questioning the […]
1975: A runner’s 10 cent reward
I ran up the winding switchbacks of South Mountain, lungs ready to burst, barely noticing the Susquehanna Valley views. Ten more steps to reach the summit, where the city turned […]
Plain Jane Plain Talk 