On my way to Birmingham, Alabama I passed through Etowah County. I made sure that I did not speed because I have seen what the inside of the county jail is like there.

Before I leave the house, I need to fill my pockets with my things. My keys hang by the garage door. My wallet used to be in my nightstand drawer in the bedroom.

Traveling down a desolate rural road and listening to a dystopian novel I can't help but think I am driving through the post-apocalyptic environment of the story.

I sent the below message to a friend exactly six years ago. It was the day after I met Deborah. Hey, I saw your post about your break-up. Sorry to hear. I had

I had a veggie burger and non-alcoholic IPA for dinner before a music show. Both were delicious and good substitutes for their namesake originals.