We stood at the tail of the Old Man Car. Lingered in a parking lot.
“Why don’t we go grab a coffee? COFFEE?”
“Nah. We need to get home. I’ve gotta be at the VA on Monday. They’ve gotta check my coumadin.”Continue Reading
It was a slog, Dear Reader. I wish I could tell you that I zipped through my last few miles of the Natchez Trace with ease. With grace. With the wind at my back and the sun on my face.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.Continue Reading
I could never have completed a 444-mile walk without the help and support of many. Thank you is inadequate, but it’s all I have in these very emotional moments at the end.Continue Reading
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