Lots of folks tell me why they don't even like to hear the word Greyhound. I myself have learn to "work with what I got..."

Not to forget the perils, but I will soon detail the pleasures I have found taking a positive approach to leaving the driving to them... 

 

My most recent busking tour was in the fall of that fated year, 2001. It ran from early October through the first weekend in November...I managed to visit a few new places, like eureka and Arcata, California, plus finally...Eugene, Oregon. Click the hitch-hiker in search of the galaxy we can all call home...

I'm Standing Next to the Santa FE Mainline

I'm not sure when it got absorbed by the Burlington Northern, but I do know that what you see is in Flagstaff, Arizona. A mile-long manifest had just roared through, and I was hoping a friend could get in position fast enough for the end of that train to be visible down the tracks...I guess you get the idea...this is what an engineer would see...