And then the rains came down harder as I persisted onward anyway – first to a brief dry stopover on the Wilmington Manor Fire Department’s front porch, then to a local Burger King (where an order of chicken nuggets was offered, and yet politely turned down), then into the township of Bear where I sat […]
I then ambled into the outskirts of Glascow and passed a public park where Elli Runner-Draper was having her high school graduation party – a lively affair that she & her mother (Rebecka) exuberantly without hesitation offered to let me join (!!!) … “And this is what Jesus clearly had in mind: folks coming together […]
And onward I now pseudo-stumbled, into the steadily gathering gloom – first into and through the town of Newark (Delaware), then over the border into Maryland, then into the hamlet of Elkton (where I ended up “napping” for a few uncomfortable hours on the front porch of the Winstead Agency insurance office), and then finally […]
It was a still-dark early morning when I woke in my school bus “hostel” and rose creakily from its hard & cramped floor. Back out on The Road, I soon came to this Trek’s very first Waffle House (the multi-location establishment that had been a frequent haven-stopover during the peace pilgrimage I had walked from […]
And then I finally made it to Red Toad Road, which proved to be probably the most-amusingly-named roadway of my entire pilgrimage … “A journey as something that life itself constantly calls me to take, whereas a pilgrimage is something I myself choose to engage to honor that living. And while fear & hardship are […]
This was the first of numerous butterflies that I was able to save along y American Route – butterflies that had all been dazed by contact with zooming cars, butterflies that all had somehow survived the same to be placed by yours truly safely off the roadway … As frustrating as this pilgrimage was to […]
“You must give everything to make your life as beautifully meaningful as the dreams that dance in your imagination … And we must do this Great Work for its own sake, not for fortune or attention or applause … Indeed, we will never experience personal awakening if we fear taking chances, and we will never […]
There was loads & loads of “nothing” along this particular stretch of the way (not even many cars to whom the haggard Peace Pilgrim could smilingly wave and wish well) and I was getting pretty thirsty with no gas station or other rest-stop in sight, so I decided to pull into the driveway of Don […]
After leaving Don & Stephanie behind with a very fond farewell, I soon flowed into the outskirts of Conowingo, where Andy’s shining muntella car attracts my attention and then Tim’s flagrant generosity reeled me in – asking about my Walk, inviting me inside for a short snack & some lively conversation, and finally filling a […]
Tim gave me a “better way” to flow onward, and yet his “better way” (Canal Street to state road 222) starts peaceful & lovely but soon morphs into sketchy and downright dangerous … “When we no longer know where to turn, our real Journey has just begun … I have come to accept the feeling […]
I had been walking for quite some time along the shoulderless and quite busy State Road 222, and I had curiously been seeing the same Harley Davidson motorcycle riders zooming back & forth along the roadway. Well, it turned out that there was a popular roadhouse inn – the Union Hotel Restaurant & Tavern – […]
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