The Best Western de Anza Inn in Monterey is where we’d all live if the world was full of shitty motels. On the phone, they touted their accommodations: cable TV in every…

Good bye, Los Angeles. I packed my bags and shoved them into the trunk in a display of frustration that went widely unnoticed. Like Louisville, like Austin, like Tucson, this is a…

I keep repeating these lines from a Frank O’Hara poem, “…I am always tying up / and then deciding to depart.” It has become my mantra. In each city I feel like…

“There’s a feeling I get when I look to the West…” – B.E.E. I have come as far west as I can possibly drive. Unless I want to sink the Volvo, there…

I had a dream that a woman placed an old, worn hand around the back of my neck. Her bracelet hung cold and limp against my skin. I still felt her palm…

…And then the rain came to wash everything clean. Day 20 of this sojourn commenced with Matt and I going for breakfast. We went to Joel’s Bistro. It was better than The…

Asleep at 4am, awake by 9. I sent some e-mails this morning to ensure my meeting with Tarentel is scheduled in San Francisco. When Matt awoke we decided to go out for…

The clouds were like flames licking the air. They were without form, streaks of white like fingers motioning travelers onward. South and west. From New Mexico to Arizona. Hawks with wings splayed…

Today reminded me how truly lucky I am to partake in this incredible experience. The scenic drive through the Texas panhandle to Albuquerque, New Mexico–coupled with the different people I met along…