SCOTCH TAPE? When I swing into a parking lot to turn around, my boot slides on loose gravel. My bike and I pitch to the left and over, my helmet hard against the asphalt. I kill the engine, crawl out from under the bike and muscle it upright. When I reach up to […]
I do love the return of summer, the soft rush of it, the thrust from ground to green, the mating serenade out in the trees, the buzz and hum of it, the heat and sweat and shedding of clothes.
I did not intend to go to Ketchum. I head north instead, illusions of outrunning the weather. I’d spent long hours at his house in Key West, drawn what I could. Enough. And then a small sign, white on green, at an intersection north of Pocatello. Simply “Ketchum”. “How far?” I ask […]