I grew up on the corner of two roads in Santa Rosa, CA, just north of San Francisco. One road, Wallace, was a paved, treacherous route north where, according to my father, the speed limit was, “Faster than a bat out of hell.” The other, Ranchette, was gravel and a…
Category: escape
No Promises
I have time to write at the moment. I read through previous blog posts so I don’t repeat myself – too much. I came across this piece and thought it might be worth re-visiting. It is now edited a little and it comes with a question: Is there anyone else…