Road to Elsewhere, Excerpt #1: I Was a Wee Man in Paris
Your life has to begin somewhere. Mine did when I stepped off an airplane at Paris-Orly, extravagantly alone, and took a bus into the heart of Elsewhere.
It was morning in Paris. Also, the dawn of my adult life. And as a post-collegiate unemployed nincompoop, I was free.
Free to fly to Paris on a one-way ticket.
Free to study French for no apparent reason at the Alliance Française, 101 Boulevard Raspail.
Free to be walking north next to that leafy boulevard, with empty pockets, a vacant mind, and no prospec…
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