Tales from the Trail #29: On prophets False & True …

And so it was that I left the Witham Health Services ER in good spirits that morning – my feet cared for and my body (relatively) well rested, and with only one hour to “kill” somewhere warm until I might be able to enter the hopefully-soon-to-be-opening Lebanon Christian Church. And so it was that I […]

Tales from the Trail #28: A union of angels in Uniform …

I was in great spirits after passing through the opulent oasis of Zionsville, and for awhile found it relatively easy going down the roadway through that cool night – smoothly making it to the intersection of highways 421 & 32, and then just as fluidly taking a left turn onto the latter to head for […]

Tales from the Trail #27: The zealous abundance of Zionsville …

And so it was that onward I walked – out of Indianapolis proper and some 5 miles further into the burgeoning nightfall – stroll-limping my way along Highway 421, all the way into and through the sudden oasis of obscene wealth that is Zionsville, Indiana. I mean, here I was seemingly once again “in the […]

Tales from the Trail #26: Oddly honored in the Olive Garden …

I had made my way bit by bit & hobble by hobble through the northern Indianapolis “suburb” of College Park to Highway 421 (my pilgrimage’s next primary thoroughfare), and was ambling along the same and heading out of town when I came to the local Olive Garden restaurant. I knew from previous online check-ins that […]

Tales from the Trail #25: The Friend in every Enemy …

I was still in good spirits on this particular afternoon, smilingly walk-limping through northern Indianapolis along Michigan Road, and I eventually made it to the “What The Pho” Vietnamese restaurant (about 5 miles from the far northern edge of town). And I was in truth pretty tired when I arrived there, so I simply did […]

Tales from the Trail #24: The demons in the Divine …

With my spirits truly soaring (having just received a ride through the very portion of Indianapolis that my broken feet were least thrilled with having to navigate), I began to hobble along Michigan Road, and smilingly flowed along smoothly enough until I come across a 7th Day Adventist bible study meeting in session at the […]

Tales from the Trail #23: Rescued again by the Righteous …

Walking into that early evening, with the temperatures pleasantly cool and the traffic relatively minimal (there was a brilliantly wide shoulder to walk on for most of that night’s jaunt as well), it didn’t take long for me to eventually come upon the Grace Assembly Church (on the Indianapolis side of the town of Whiteland) […]

Tales from the Trail #22: The kindness of the Young …

After making my way pretty deeply into Franklin proper, I pulled into a local Panera to chill out and drink some brown-sugar water for awhile. Now Panera franchises are normally relaxed places to hang out for pilgrims, and there was nothing unusually uninviting about this particular franchise, and yet somehow the vibe there was just […]

Tales from the Trail #21: The mercy of life’s next Michael …

I was a bit bummed out about losing my hat, without question, and the day was already getting to be another true scorcher, and so I limped resolutely to the next major intersection of the roadway (a traffic light located where Highway 31 crossed State Road 252) and tried to hitch a ride there (knowing […]

Tales from the Trail #20: Euphorically edified in Edinburg …

I eventually made it thereafter through the town of Taylorsville (where a kind Phil read my smock and noticed my limp and offered me a breakfast of hash-browns & jam muffins at the local McDonald’s) and then all the way to the near outskirts of the town of Edinburg (where I peacefully paused awhile on […]

Tales from the Trail #19: Crashing through Crothersville …

I thereafter made it to and through the town of Crothersville, where I encountered another batch of disinterested (& sometimes downright scornful) gas station attendants (What’s with that?!? I mean, I get thinking off-hand that I’m “just another bum” – even though that thought process is more than a bit sad in & of itself […]