I’m back in Denver now, going to see surgeons and oncologists about my metastatic breast cancer. There’s still a lot of Occupy stuff going on, despite the fact that pseudo-Democratic...
In Oregon, the surf sounds like a wheeled suitcase knocking along uneven ground. It doesn’t roar, nor hiss. It rolls stones up the beach, almost over my feet, clicking.
We’re on our way to Missoula, Montana, our first official city on the 12 Cities, 1 Year tour, but we’re taking our time getting there. After taking two days to cross Kansas on Highway 24...