Travel

I shot up suddenly in bed to the sharp sound of tires skittering over loose gravel. Brake lights gleaned in through the blinds and I looked at my phone to see what time it was, 6:30 AM. Was it Heath stopping by again to grab another miscellaneous item, a lawn chair, a cooler full of rain water from God knows how long ago, maybe a few beers, perhaps, or frozen chicken wings from the

Not long after my passport arrived in the mail, I pondered the idea of traveling abroad, but did not pinpoint a specific location. My job in Western New York came to a halt, not through termination or lack of work, but unfavorable weather and the notion that after five years, “Skydiving was inherently dangerous and the airport no longer condoned parachuting on its land.” I spent that summer living in a trailer. Picture one of