Lewis County, TN – The day begins on a sour note, with torrential rain and a headache. I wake outside of a gas station 30 miles south of Nashville to the sound of sweeping gushes of rain pitter-pattering against Purple Thunder’s windows. Due in Summertown a few hours from then for a tour of The Farm, an eco-community established in the 1970s, it doesn’t appear any outdoor excursions are in the forecast. I gather my things – my toothbrush, toothpaste and change of clothes – and bolt inside the store.
The clerk, a frumpy middle-aged woman, asks, “Is it wet… Continue Reading Tag Archives: road trip
Futility Wins the Day in Central Tennessee
Lewis County, TN – The day begins on a sour note, with torrential rain and a headache. I wake outside of a gas station 30 miles south of Nashville to the sound of sweeping gushes of rain pitter-pattering against Purple Thunder’s windows. Due in Summertown a few hours from then for a tour of The Farm, an eco-community established in the 1970s, it doesn’t appear any outdoor excursions are in the forecast. I gather my things – my toothbrush, toothpaste and change of clothes – and bolt inside the store.
The clerk, a frumpy middle-aged woman, asks, “Is it wet… Continue Reading Comp Time with Ret. Bank Robber Gerald Heckathorn
Arguably there are no greater heart-pounding conditions under which to travel than those that come with being a fugitive from justice. Just ask Gerald Heckathorn, who, in the early-1980s, went on an 18-month cross-country bank-robbing spree in his prized white Cadillac El Dorado. “I went everywhere, man” he recalls. “I was living large.”
That is, until the FBI zeroed in on him.
Gerald was an unlikely criminal. Born to bohemian parents in the San Francisco Bay area, he rebelled as a teenager by going to war in Vietnam. Less than three weeks after arriving in Saigon, a Viet Cong… Continue Reading Comp Time with Davin Jael
As a little girl, Davin Jael couldn’t wait to grow up so she could trade the tedium of rural Maine for the excitement and wonder of everywhere else. Not unhappy, but restless, Davin left home at 18, bouncing from town to town across America. She landed eventually in sunny California, until Mother Nature sent her packing. She’s been on the move ever since.
“I like everything to be temporary and fluid,” explains Davin, now 27. “That feeling like I wake up on a moving island rather than being stationary, I can’t see myself ever getting tired of it.”
Now,… Continue Reading 






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