When I awoke this morning, there was plenty to be grateful for.

When I was a young boy growing up in Weymouth, getting a haircut wasn’t something to look forward to.

This is a story written while traveling, names and places cannot be disclosed..

My Newspaper Article:

Subject: There’s no bird like a Slowbird

By: John Segalla

For the past two months, I’ve been riding my motorcycle around the vast expanses of desert in Southern New Mexico and Southern Arizona trying to stay warm and everywhere I go I see the slowbirds. This is the term used for people who migrate south to the arid climates of this region. Most are retirees but there are many others who fall victim to their wanderlust, those who have sacrificed everything for the life the road offers. Day by day as the temperatures plummet the migratory routes become more congested with motor homes of all descriptions. The size and cost of these coasting castles would boggle the mind. Some of the more luxurious liners can run into the million dollar range.

This is a story written while on the road traveling thru Mexico.

This is a story written about a businessman in Sierra Vista whom John Segalla encountered.