Chronicles of a Wayfaring Journalist
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.”
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.”
About
On a cold January day in the very late 1970s, Nathan J. Comp was born.
He describes this moment as a turning point.
Much of his life is spent reading, writing and wandering.
The rest he figures out as he goes.