Jan 3
3 min read
27 Cents an Hour
Installment #14 of Three Lost Worlds: A Memoir of Life Among Mystics, Healers, and Life-Artists
In 1972, I know exactly one person in Nashville. When I arrive unannounced and knock on her apartment door, I can only hope she knows who I am. It’s somehow okay for me to crash on her couch. She goes about her own business by day, and I take to hanging out in the Student Union at Peabody Teachers’ College, drinking endless coffee, and…
