Chicago, Illinois – Sometimes, we find our cars. Sometimes, they find us. For Nicole with her ’53 Ford and me with my ’48, the latter rings true. In 2006, shortly after getting my Ford F1, I wrote a short story based on how my truck found me–with a few mystical elements added in. The story is told from two points…
Motorcycle Campout, New Bonnie Paint, and… THE RELEASE OF MY NOVEL!!!
(AFTER THE GREAT WEBSITE CRASH OF 2017, ALL PHOTOS ON THE BLOG DISCONNECTED. PLEASE BE PATIENT AS WE REBUILD!) My goodness, it’s been an exciting several weeks, and I’m way overdue updating this blog. Much of this will be “old news” if we’re Facebook friends, so really, this post is just to keep my adventures…