He Followed Me Everywhere is a quiet cross-country tale about presence, healing, and the love that never leaves… A reminder that some friendships don’t fade, they just shift frequencies. I was doing afternoon drive at a country station in San Diego when he first tuned in back in the mid-90s, when radio still felt like … Read more
The Prayer at the Edge of the Counter is a quiet plea for kindness in a busy diner, August 9, 2025, a reminder that small gestures can answer bigger prayers. She didn’t know me. Didn’t care to. I was just a solo man at the counter, asking for a cup of coffee and a glass … Read more
The Road Curves Toward Others is a Route 66 story about pausing your own plans to help a stranger, and the grace found in small roadside moments. I have to be honest, I really wasn’t feeling generous that day. Somewhere along Route 66, somewhere between the playlists and the prayers, I had slipped into my … Read more
The Freezer Light Still Worked is a Route 66 story about finding quiet resilience in unexpected places, even when life feels half-empty. Some days stretch long and flat, like the road outside Kingman, sun-baked and stuck in place. That was me, pulled off the highway into an old roadside market, the kind with creaky wood … Read more
Sing Like Nobody’s Listening is a Winslow, AZ moment that invites you to lean into joy even when strangers are watching. It was a hot day in Winslow — the kind where the pavement radiates heat and your sunglasses fog up the second you smile. Mary and I had been on the road for hours … Read more
The Mohawk Moment is a Route 66 story about finding history and quiet meaning at the abandoned Mohawk Gas Station in Oro Grande, California. Years ago, on one of my “I’m off for a drive” days, I left I-15 to catch the old Route 66 alignment near Victorville. I was headed for Elmer’s Bottle Tree … Read more
Coffee, Grief, and Clean Sheets is a quiet Route 66 motel story about small comforts that bring grace on hard days — clean linens, bad coffee, and a door that locks. I checked into a little roadside motel years ago. I remember it clearly — the kind of place where the front desk is also … Read more
The Sky Was Doing Its Thing Again is a Route 66 journal entry about an unexpected moment outside a truck stop, where a child’s wonder pulled me out of my phone and into the sky’s quiet show. I was parked outside a Love’s Travel Stop, half-running on caffeine and half-hoping I’d remembered to lock the … Read more
The Ice Machine Was Broken is a Route 66 travel story about an old motel, a faulty ice machine, and a stranger whose simple kindness made the road feel less lonely. I pulled into a little motel just off I-40 — one of those faded places where the “NO” in the NO VACANCY sign doesn’t … Read more
One cup, two chairs and a sky that stayed were waiting outside Room 6 of the Blue Swallow Motel in Tucumcari. She didn’t say much at first, just motioned to the chair beside her and poured a second cup. It was early, the kind of morning where the sky stretches like it’s remembering how to … Read more
