LESS MEANS MORE

I was homeless in New Orleans for years and learned a great lesson about people. Those areas where people of color and the poor were the ones to give you hand up. I stayed around New Orleans East, read (Chief Highway Bank) a previous story. Those people were the ones that treated me like I…

Bo Speaks on Poverty

Hello everyone, I have recently learned that we are poor. We live in what is referred to as a shack. we go for days with no contact with the outside world. our only heat comes from a wood stove. we are on what is called a fixed income (don’t know who fixed it) cuz its…

America Part VIII

I was up early and the first thing I noticed was the chicken was gone. I built a fire and made some coffee thinking I would be joined by Scrappy but he was not an early riser. With coffee in hand i headed back inside and went to the front door that was stuck open,…

America Part VII

When we got in from the woods Monday evening Pete was still there… standing in the shade of an old mulberry tree with his eyes closed. On his back was what at first glance appeared to be a large chicken. Even Dewayne had to get out of the truck for a closer inspection. Sure enough…

The Voice of Bo

My name is Bo and I don’t talk much, not because I can’t but simply because there is just no need for a lot of words. I think words take away from the truth. Take the word love how humans have abused the word. When you love there is no question about it. Love is…