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Silhouette of the American Northwest

Kyle R. Schreiber Part 1: Strangers & Coffee Far from a coffee snob or a foodie, I once slept at a truck stop in Montana, and I’ve got to tell ya to this day, that was the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had the next morning. It all started when Pat O’Mara and I …

How I wish to be a Traveling Writer

Kyle Schreiber Someday I’ll be a traveling writer; I’ve got a story or two to tell. Nothing bad or defaming, but I figure what the hell. Now that I think of it, I’ve got more than just one or two, I think I have about six dozen active ideas, but let’s keep that between me …

A Journal from Bidwell Park

Kyle Schreiber What was I suppose to do? Where should I sit? I mean, the park is only so big and most of the trees were occupied by yoga enthusiasts or bongo musicians. In the open grass picnics were underway with smiles and sunshine filling the air. I passed a few fellas playing hacky sack …

A Stranger from the East

Gone are the days of monument strolls and metro rides; peaches from the 7th street market and shared cigarettes from the stoop are nothing more than a warm memory on cold nights. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll see her in an airport waiting for a delayed flight with a look of loneliness painted on her …