It was late afternoon and I was heading back to Muskegon. It was one of those mid-October days when the temperature soars into the mid 70s and the sun beams off the multi-hued leaves on the trees. I couldn't see much of that from the shoulder of I-96. Down near the freeway it was all blacktop and concrete, burned yellow scrub grass and litter. Once ( Read more... )

The sun was just coming up and I was near Coopersville when I was picked up by the Ordinary Guy. His dark blue Buick LeSabre cruised to a halt only a few feet ahead of me. I got in ( Read more... )

Back in 1979 the school social workers had a labelling field day with me; I was "emotionally impaired," suffering from "acute adolescent identity crisis," "societal dysfunctional relational disorders" and other neat-o sounding terms that were supposedly the root of other kids picking at me and on me as well as "being exacerbated by provactive ( Read more... )

The other day I was reminiscing with someone about my days of hitch-hiking back and forth across the state, and some of the stories are pretty funny in retrospect, so over the next few weeks I'll be adding them on LJ for the reading enjoyment of anyone interested ( Read more... )

in a society as consumerist and materialistic as ours, cars have become the ultimate motorized shopping carts, which probably explains why people pay about as much attention to driving as they do to pushing a shopping cart ( Read more... )