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It’s been a year… Thank you, and check out this special offer.
That day, one year ago today, when the print version of Nobody Hitchhikes Anymore finally hit the shelves, I felt like a hitchhiker all over again. Standing by the side of the road, all alone, exposed and vulnerable, not knowing if anyone would pick me up. And then you stopped. You bought the book. You rode with me for a bit, lifted my spirits, and took me a bit further down this road of life. Many of you called or messaged me with your stories of hitching, or with stories of how the book spoke to you. It has been one amazing ride. And, like a hitchhiking trip, it is…
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The Reviews are in!
https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/ed-griffin-nolan/nobody-hitchhikes-anymore/ Sharply observant, contemplative writing that captures the buzz of hitchhiking.
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Nobody Hitchhikes Anymore – the Musical
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“Nobody Hitchhikes Anymore”, the book is out!
Thanks to all of you who have asked where to find the book! Here is a list of links to help. Try your local bookstore at Indiebound, or you can order direct from the Publisher or an online vendor. Happy reading! And thanks for sharing the road. IndieBound (to find the book from your local bookstore): https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781578690381 Rootstock Publishing: https://www.rootstockpublishing.com/rootstock-books/nobody-hitchhikes-anymoreAmazon: https://www.amazon.com/Nobody-Hitchhikes-Anymore-Ed-Griffin-Nolan/dp/1578690382Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/nobody-hitchhikes-anymore-ed-griffin-nolan/1137612053Bookshop.org: https://bookshop.org/books/nobody-hitchhikes-anymore/9781578690381
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Turns out, I just might be a serial killer
https://www.rootstockpublishing.com/rootstock-books/nobody-hitchhikes-anymore Before social distancing became our national religion, I had planned to spend the spring of 2020 hitchhiking backroads south toward Key West. I love to travel with strangers and write about it. That’s what this book, Nobody Hitchhikes Anymore, is all about (you can get a copy at https://www.rootstockpublishing.com/rootstock-books/nobody-hitchhikes-anymore). It’s being released on September 22. Yeah!!! Instead of hitchhiking, my life has become confined to the place I live, to smaller circles of safe friends. Talk of the open road has been replaced by words like pod and bubble. Instead of carrying a backpack I make sure I have my mask. The COVID-19 pandemic alters the calculus of hitchhiking just…
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One of Twelve
We pulled our pickup over at the Sebaco junction of the Pan American Highway. Hundreds of people swarmed the little truck. This was routine. It was Nicaragua, 1986, and the country had been knocked on its ass by a US blockade and the insidious slow drip terrorist assault that came to be known as the contra war. It was a cruel formula – the contras ambushed and blew up buses and trucks; economic sanctions kept the vehicles from being fixed or replaced. A proud and happy people turned mendicant. Standing beneath monster billboards challenging the children of Sandino to defend the people’s revolution, dozens of men and women, along with…
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The Nobody Hitchhikes Anymore Guide to Holiday Shopping
When I set out to cross the country by thumb earlier this year, almost everyone I know was convinced that harm would find me out there on the road. One dear friend followed up on every post before I left by pleading with me not to go. He was certain that I would be assaulted, probably killed, maybe dismembered. So pervasive is our fear of the unknown. What, you may wonder, does this have to do with holiday shopping? Lately I’ve been bombarded with ads for a device that promises to assist me in escaping from a car before it sinks in a pond (this scenario presumes I have recently…
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Close to Home
John held on to the grocery cart with both hands. He stood by the automatic exit door at Wegmans Onondaga Blvd, off to one side. He spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, so softly that I was out in the parking lot before I realized what he was saying. “Can you give me a ride home? I’m right nearby.” I must have heard him because I heard myself, saying, automatically, accurately, but not truthfully, that I had to get back to work. Before I reached the car, I started to ask myself if I really was in such a hurry. As I unloaded my necessary but certainly not…
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It’s a War Zone
A Tick That HitchHiked on Me Long Ago
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Some People Pick you up Without Giving you a Ride
June 1, 2018 After you spend enough hours on the roadside, you can start to feel a need to shake it up a little. You can start to get superstitious, like a gambler who fingers a button on his sports jacket or a ballplayer who circles the plate before stepping into the batter’s box. You start to glorify rituals. Posture. Positioning. The angle of the hat. Am I squinting? Why do they keep driving right past me? If I can just figure out what’s in the mind of each of those drivers passing by, maybe I can alter my routine and magically, the next car will stop. And if that…