Axle Woes

I had a spectacular view; each mountain taller than those in front of it, winding paths arriving at isolated farmhouses, and a clay-colored river cutting through the valley far below. La Plata, the last city I passed through was sixteen miles back.  Belén, the next town was some undetermined distance ahead, and beyond that were […]

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There are Flying Cars in America

The hotel’s rusted gate was swung open.  To my left a plywood sign hung over an old plastic one.  The place didn’t seem like it was open, but I was decidedly finished with the day so it was worth checking out. I stood a little straighter to make myself as presentable as possible as I […]

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