The air was crisp on Sunday morning. Frost still covered the grass in the shady areas. What it is, I don't know, but there is “something...

Sunday morning, November 15th. Lenoir, North Carolina. About 30 miles east of the Blue Ridge Parkway.

The grounds were neatly mowed. The garden was lying fallow. The cabin was locked. Peeking into the windows revealed nothing but empty space...

In an attempt to evade the wind and rain, I left the Richmond area the morning of Friday the 13th, heading west and south, stopping for the ...