So I pulled the sun screen down and squinted and put the throttle to the floor. And kept on moving west. For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where...

Every night we stopped in a cabin where wood had been stacked, matches left, and canned goods laid out for the chance traveler. All the unknown host received in return was a scribbled note giving...

Here beyond men’s judgments all covenants were brittle.

I dont know what happens to country.

This play is dedicated to the memory of Clarence Darrow, The Great Defender, whose mental frontiers were the four corners of the sky.

My work explores the frontier between rationalism and superstition and the wavering boundary between the two.

The Open Road goes to the used-car lot.

Americans… are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.

Historically, people move west more than east. People go east only when invited. When opportunity knocks.People go west when all bets are off: a reputation in ruins, a love gone wrong. When they need to...

Poverty is the frontier we have to be able to cross.