Redneck Press with Fried Chicken and Coffee

I stead­ied myself on the embank­ment. Below, down the hooknose incline of brush and gravel, ran the tracks, glint­ing like a school of sil­ver fish run­ning in the moon­light to chase the C & O. I stood care­fully, leaned my head back so it was only me and mother-fish moon in a blan­ket of black, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…