Encounters with Ghosts, Robots, Poets and, Eventually, The Muse
Greetings from Dairy Hollow, friends. It was a darn long drive from Washington: 1,334 miles over two days, across four states and countless rivers, including the Ole Miss. When I crossed that great river, at the border between Tennessee and Missouri, I'd officially made it to the West. If you consider that I started this journey in June, it’s actually taken 6 months to get here. Sheesh! I'm certain the wait was worth it, as I settle into my new digs at the writers’ colony (ht