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I was born in Eureka, California and adopted when I was 2.  I grew up in Fort Bragg, California, and graduated high school in 1982.  I finished a BA in English at Santa Clara University, and then did two years of volunteer service with the Jesuit Volunteer Corps in inner-city Milwaukee.  I lived in Milwaukee from 1986-1995.  I got married in 1995 to Megan Kamerick and moved to San Antonio, Texas where I worked for a non-profit organization while I picked up an MA in International Relations at St. Mary's University.  In 2000, I started a Ph.D. program in Political Science at the University of New Orleans and we lived there until 2004.  Megan accepted a job in Albuquerque 2004, and we have lived there up to the present.  I completed my Ph.D. in 2008 and am currently working at the University of New Mexico School of Medicine.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

On the Road: Cheyenne, Wyoming

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On the Road: Cheyenne, Wyoming


Blogger Erik Donald France said...

Looking good, Mike. Kudos! I love Mardi Gras and can't wait to get back asap. Wyoming is a wild open place, that's for sure. My sister Linda and I stayed there Kerouac-style on the way to San Francsico, back in the 80s. Lots of bikers. Cheers,

9:59 PM  
Anonymous mtte. said...

Wow. Terrific idea, exceptional execution, kudos indeed! It's always fascinating to identify the point at which one's cultural self-image intersects one's romanticisation of that self-image. Though I'm not sure if, after allowing ourselves the indulgence to cross that line, we go back to "beat," or resign ourselves to a state of being "beaten."
-- Mtte.

2:51 PM  
Blogger Steve said...

In the summer of '83 I hitched up to Cheyenne from Denver with a friend and landed smack in the middle of Frontier Days. Thirty five years later it seemed exactly the same as Kerouac had described it.

It was amazing, exciting and sad all at the same time.

And yes, erik is right, lots of bikers. That would be the only big difference between then and now.

If you're interested, I wrote about this experience, and many others in my novel, A Voice Above The Din. (Click on my name and it will take you to my blogs if you want to check it out. Or hit up Amazon or BN.)

10:47 AM  

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