“I don’t have long to live, and this is what heaven looks like,” I thought as I lay on my back, my breath freezing to my beard in the minus 3 temperature, the hard, dirty snow between the boxcars glowing in diffuse light. It was dawn, it was the coldest … [Read more...]
About Jeff Beddow
Jeff Beddow hitchhiked to San Francisco in 1967 under the influence of Jack Kerouac and the beat writers. He spent a night on the basement couch at City Lights bookstore. In 68 he rode a boxcar to Seattle from his hometown of Minneapolis. By 1970 he had logged almost 30,000 miles criss-crossing the United States. In New York, he read poetry on the stage of St. Marks Church and hung out with the fledgling New York School poets. Today he is dying to meet you. His website is jeffbeddow.com.
