Sunday Night

By Writeside in Exile

From temporary quarters in Qunicy, MA

A long way from home and the security of my own bed, I’m here in the Northeast again, waiting for an interview tomorrow, which holds what is probably a dim hope of a job.

I suppose that I am among a growing minority in the country, those long term unemployed who in desperation take to the road.

Perhaps my chronicles of the lost will have some appeal on the blog.

Let us hope for something good, huh?