Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
Eagle Nest, New Mexico. “People like to drive because driving is actually and symbolically an almost perfect mechanism for escape…there is probably no human being who does not have troubles, real or imagined, from which he at times feels the need to flee.” George R. Stewart.


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We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Cowboy Days

When I went to work on the GH Ranch in Alberta there was a very skilled cowboy called Jack Gill who rode as well as Ben Johnson...
and was a tough gentle man who took the time to show me a couple of things. In an essay "Father's Son" I call him "Rick Bean"--but he was Jack Gill, and he and Sid Cunningham were the top hands on some ranches that ran stock around James River Bridge, Caroline, Sundre. Impressive men. Found the picture of Jack (top) from his rodeo days. I think he also use to drive chuckwagon races at the Stampede, a wildly risky event, straight outta Ben Hur.

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