Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.
But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?
Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's
Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.
