by R.J. Flemming (Excerpted with permission) I walk freely now, no longer disabled, a surprising and welcome side-effect of the runner virus - my younger years being largely spent locked in steel leg braces and metal crutches. It was then, in high school, that my life intersected celebrity, even ...
Chapter Eleven “Hedley” ~ THE BLUE Dog falls at Wilsonville. Finally! Once again, it was time to part ways. Gus would stay in the vicinity for a few days, just in case, then make his way back to Greenport, which was north of the runner infested Stovepipe that had been our earlier landing preferen...
Chapter Nine “South” BEN AND I made excellent time in our small boat, encountering few obstructions to hinder progress, and only occasionally disembarking to gather supplies. Eventually, the Missouri flowed into the Mississippi. Our nights were spent on the craft far from shore, usually tied to s...