A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Fifty

ON HE RODE — Chapter Fifty Lucky for us, there is a rear exit leading directly to the parking lot. “You drive,” I tell Mary. “This is your kuleana, your territory.” “What? Me and losers and crazy people? If you want my advice as an almost-certified professional, just stay away from all of it. You’ll … Continue reading A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Fifty