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September 18th
The seventy-seventh day on the trail, barring unusual circumstances, it will be my last. The night before my odyssey, I recalled staring at the night sky, wondering what the journey would bring. Once … more →
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September 18th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: The seventy-seventh day on the trail, barring unusual circumstances, it will be my last. The night b … more →
September 17th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: Northern Exposure is not only a condition that plagues me, but it also is one of my favorite TV show … more →
September 16th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: Since waxing poetically about my relationship with Janis Joplin my campaign manager is pushing me to … more →
September 15th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: The straining engines whined as the freight struggled up a grade. The chill of mountain air nipped a … more →
September 14th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: Mother Teresa’s first miracle of canonization is the countless drunks she saved from being scrapped … more →
September 13th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: The idea of passing through Sacramento and getting to San Francisco was enticing, but I owed the Cal … more →
September 12th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: Aging sucks, at least some of the time. At the risk of sounding curmudgeonly, I used to be able to r … more →
September 11th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: Sometime during the early morning hours, the train crossed into northern Nevada. I woke with a start … more →
September 10th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: The campfire crackled as steam from my coffee drifted into the brisk morning. Mesas stood guard acro … more →
September 9th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: September 9th The red numbers of the digital clock paraded relentlessly. For ten minutes, I watched … more →
September 8th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: Through the night, the train crossed the Llano Estacado, one of the largest Mesas in North America. … more →
September 7th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: If I didn’t feel pressed, I would have spent all day sitting watching football. Since time is of the … more →
September 6th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: Sleep came and went, once I woke, rolled onto my side and watched the lights of Oklahoma City in the … more →
September 5th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: Since Utica, I’m weary sleeping in urban parks. Sleep is always light and I stir if a breeze rustles … more →
September 4th
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: Over breakfast, I realized that today marks two months on the campaign trail. Thirty-seven states do … more →
September 3rd
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: The train jerked, waking me. I peered through a crack in the boxcar to see dawn break and I that was … more →
September 2nd
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: I could be the only presidential candidate whose driver is adamant that he’s voting for an opponent. … more →
September 1st
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: Woke from deep sleep by rain pounding upon the roof, I stumbled across the motel room into the bathr … more →
August 31st
dirtybumforpresident wrote 1 year ago: I woke with a start, interrupting a dream in which I was back in the twin cities, campaigning outsid … more →
