I’m running away from the past and I don’t want to know the future.

An emotional traffic report

In 1989, I went down to the Jersey Shore. I was still married to my first wife; she had taken our baby daughter and gone off to visit her mo

speed it up, Jack / why do you keep on creeping / like you got nowhere to go?

Coaxing a ton of aging automobile / From Dead Bank and Ocean Grave all the way to Warkyland ...