Made it to the Great Basin, still solidly in reality. Yesterday evening I walked into two competing bars, on either side of the Oregon/Nevada state line, and didn’t see a…

I woke up this morning in a soft bed in the guest room of a long-lost fourth cousin. While in Oregon, about two years ago, a man I’d never heard…

What a difference a river makes. When I came up the stairs of the PATH station at 33rd St., I inhaled the smell of the streets, and felt like I…