Pit Stop for Heaven By David Rico

  I live on the mountain top.     In between the gaps of the trees and the veins of the highways there sits a village called Blue Ridge Summit. And it is quiet. Quiet in a lonely sort of … Continue reading

The Big Bad It By David Rico

I arrived in New Orleans on the tails of Jack Kerouac. Promised shotgun houses and back street jazz I wanted to hear that brass. To grow roots on street corners drinking up stories and anticipations, I wanted to live like … Continue reading