It occurs to me that I have never mentioned on here what Summer in November is about. It is about my hitch-hiking trip across the country in the summer of 1979. I did it with my dog, Hoofy. We traveled through 20 states and two Canadian provinces. It was quite something.
On four occasions during the writing of this book, I have wept while writing certain chapters. I don’t know if that’s a sign that the writing is particularly poignant or that I’ve reached a point of utter exhaustion. Let us hope that it is the former.
I am going to rest now.