Those days everybody was heading west to California, to the Rocky Mountains, so I went east to the Adirondacks, New England, the Maritimes. I hitchhiked over 30,000 miles, off and on, over three years. I’d head out from Buffalo in Spring, return in Autumn, work again till next Spring and head out once more. I backpacked on mountain trails for days on end. Hitched on expressways, highways, small country roads. Stayed a third of the time in peoples’ houses without ever asking once. Spent time with folks who lived in the country and had gardens, chickens, put food up and lived simple lives close to nature. Through all of those hitchhiking miles I never had a bad experience.
THE GLOBAL ONLINE MAGAZINE OF ARTS, INFORMATION & ENTERTAINMENT
September-October 2017 | Volume 13 Number 5
EDITOR’S NOTEI’ve been watching a lot of movies lately. I mean, one a day, now, for weeks. Maybe months. I stopped counting the hours spent in front of the screen. It’s become a pastime. Finish work. Make dinner. Turn off the news and go watch a movie while eating. Not more restful to the GI tract than an evening constitutional, but so what. One can only watch so much CNN, FOX or MSNBC before going numb with the realization they’ve said it all before – one way or another. (Read more ... )