Words exist everywhere, stories as well; but not so of the
stories that grip us forever,
​that through words, never let us go.–James Strauss

James Strauss, AUTHOR

THE VILLAGE common played out before him, its curved oval ends readily apparent in the complex angles created by the low afternoon sun. 

THE OLD BIKE wasn’t much, certainly nothing that any islander would buy.  Kam counseled with his dad about getting a new Harley, but the old man was no help.

THEY CAME TOthe new world for riches.  They came to get away from where they were and what they experienced there.  They came because they were sent away for being poor, abandoned or criminal.