The Hiker Ch 01
It was a hot, Wednesday in early July. Around town there were still puddles in the streets and on the sidewalks from the storms on the Fourth, limbs and sticks scattered about from the fierce winds. It was sultry and nearly uncomfortable as I waited from the 18 to finally come around. As I saw its large headlights I waved frantically, always afraid they wouldn’t see me, or would just leave me. The bus pulled to the curb and I walked my bike out to bring down its bike rack and place my bike in...