One of the things I often do as I walk north on this trail is hitch a ride into the small towns I pass. Sometimes I do it for the resupply, but often I’ll do it to find a piano, or for the chance to sit in a cafe, bar, or local diner, because both of these things mean you get to meet a lot of folks.
this is a tree.
Lots of people ask about you round here. I come in outta the woods, and they say things like, “Your momma know you’re out here by yourself,” and, “Your momma ok with you travellin’ around like this?” Then I say things like, “What momma don’t know won’t hurt.”
a la Richard Anderson and Don Hudson.
You might sit down. There’s a story behind every name, yours and mine; and here’s a part of it I think you ought to know.
So maybe your path is usually clear. Maybe you pay attention to the ground while you walk. Maybe you have fewer problems than I do. …Maybe not?
Hi, Mom. Now that I’m in Pennsylvania and it’s snowing on my face, I have a confession to make.