I walk on guilded splinters. I stood in the park as the sun went down. Where is everyone? Didn’t anyone else come?  Out of all those people? And then walking across the park I saw one of the blues brothers, the two guys who played guitar and harp. They had split up but one of them …

copyright rlj 2012 I got a ride with the Texan who was off to see the American before his prison sentence for pot. He had a pickup truck, and we picked up hitchhikers along the way east. We were going to go up to Canada through Detroit, and we drove through Idaho and slept out …

copyright rlj. 2012 Big Sur to Chatham, Ontario 4th of July, 1970. The summer of 70 I ran away too, from our little motel in Seal Beach. It was the end of school year. We had started off in Olympia, where the family had congealed over the open wound of the year before, the cuts …