The Aging Rebel

Where Rebel At

Some late summer mornings I wake up and I think to myself: I know what I’m gonna do! I’m gonna go ride across about six or seven hundred miles of desert in August. And then I’m gonna ride across the Rockies. I love hail. Don’t you love hail? Doesn’t everybody? And then I’m gonna ride [...]

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Escape From El Lay

The beach used to be where the poor people lived. And, even though the new houses here have become more expensive than Beverly Hills the beach is where some of us poor people still do live. It is possible to stagger out of the waves, cross the broad strand and face a trophy chopper displayed, [...]

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