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Vegetable Garden

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by James Wofford

This is the face of a man who has not had an easy time of this life, the face of my own people in fact, not many generations back. Scotch Irish Appalachian stock. Clannish, suspicious of outsiders. To him, I am an interloper here, in my Japanese truck. Up from some suburb, the son or grandson of the bankers and speculators who’d starved his people off this land to start with. Read More

by James Wofford
This is the face of a man who has not had an easy time of this life, the face of my own people in fact, not many generations back. Scotch Irish Appalachian stock. Clannish, suspicious of outsiders. To him, I am an interloper here, in my Japanese truck. Up from some suburb, the son or grandson of the bankers and speculators who’d starved his people off this land to start with. Read more [...]
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Guitars

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by James Wofford

So here is where I have to admit. I’m not a very good guitar player. I wish I was, maybe could have been had I practiced more. I have a decent right hand, and can usually find the rhythm in a piece. But mainly, I just love guitars, the shape of them, the look of them, the feel of them. Read More

by James Wofford
So here is where I have to admit. I’m not a very good guitar player. I wish I was, maybe could have been had I practiced more. I have a decent right hand, and can usually find the rhythm in a piece. But mainly, I just love guitars, the shape of them, the look of them, the feel of them. Read more [...]
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Barbecue Truck

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by James Wofford

But as with most journeys, if one pays attention there are usually bright spots. I was thinking about lunch, and as I topped a hill near Canton there was a food truck on the left side of the road. A barbecue food truck. Bingo, I turned into the lot and parked. Read More

by James Wofford
But as with most journeys, if one pays attention there are usually bright spots. I was thinking about lunch, and as I topped a hill near Canton there was a food truck on the left side of the road. A barbecue food truck. Bingo, I turned into the lot and parked. Read more [...]
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Food Bank

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by James Wofford

A little less greed and a little more empathy seems like a start. And embracing that we’re all a lot more alike than different. Ultimately, all in the same boat, trying to succeed, to get by, to point our children to something better. Of course, some will read this from a yacht, others from a leaking jonboat. Read More

by James Wofford
A little less greed and a little more empathy seems like a start. And embracing that we’re all a lot more alike than different. Ultimately, all in the same boat, trying to succeed, to get by, to point our children to something better. Of course, some will read this from a yacht, others from a leaking jonboat. Read more [...]
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Big Sur

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by James Wofford

Our campsite at El Capitan sits on an exposed point jutting out into the Pacific Ocean. All night the waves crash into the cliffs below, and a cool breeze moves over the campground. Read More

by James Wofford
Our campsite at El Capitan sits on an exposed point jutting out into the Pacific Ocean. All night the waves crash into the cliffs below, and a cool breeze moves over the campground. Read more [...]
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Ascension Bay

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by James Wofford

The entire small village, probably less than a hundred souls, got their TV service from a sixty foot tower in the town center, but one had to climb the tower and adjust the receiver to change channels. Read More

by James Wofford
The entire small village, probably less than a hundred souls, got their TV service from a sixty foot tower in the town center, but one had to climb the tower and adjust the receiver to change channels. Read more [...]
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My Father’s Church

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by James Wofford

So there that day, alone beside the creek, in the shadow of the empty white church, I finally understood my father, and the tears welled up like rain. I missed him so much. Read More

by James Wofford
So there that day, alone beside the creek, in the shadow of the empty white church, I finally understood my father, and the tears welled up like rain. I missed him so much. Read more [...]
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Frank

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by James Wofford

This is dangerous work, and how a lot of serious accidents occur in tree cutting. Rule number one is never work alone. Chainsaws are dangerous. Falling out of a tree is dangerous. You don’t want to be alone if something happens.  Read More

by James Wofford
This is dangerous work, and how a lot of serious accidents occur in tree cutting. Rule number one is never work alone. Chainsaws are dangerous. Falling out of a tree is dangerous. You don’t want to be alone if something happens.  Read more [...]
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Running Away

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by James Wofford

My bedroom was at the high end of the house on the second floor. Maybe twenty feet up. David whistled me to the window and tossed a rope. I let the pack down the rope, then tied it off and climbed over the sill myself. I’d seen it in the movies, how hard could it be? Read More

by James Wofford
My bedroom was at the high end of the house on the second floor. Maybe twenty feet up. David whistled me to the window and tossed a rope. I let the pack down the rope, then tied it off and climbed over the sill myself. I’d seen it in the movies, how hard could it be? Read more [...]
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