Travel

WILLIAM HAZEL

Walking Up the Eiffel Tower

Atop the iron icon we sipped champagne. Paris. We were at the top of Paris. It had been a long walk. Every step worthwhile. The Eiffel...

WILLIAM HAZEL

Be Where You Are

The woman followed M into the ladies’ room. Then wept. Welled eyes held through a tissue-less time of strong. “I wish we were doing this...

WILLIAM HAZEL

Visiting Brown County, Indiana

The Moon blocked the sun and we searched for vegetables and people who weren’t white. We traveled to a tourist nook named Nashville for a...

WILLIAM HAZEL

Back to the Best

A bright white high school girl side slides a screen window open and smiles. Her red lettered shirt matching her acne. She hands me a...

WILLIAM HAZEL

On A Williamsburg Ghost Tour

Alias Little Red Riding Hood, that’s what she called herself, sort of looked the part, kind of Grimm, with a red trimmed cape thing, but...

WILLIAM HAZEL

Summering in Chincoteague

My beer can was rolling towards the main drag centerline. Early night close bright headlights from both directions guided my steps toward...

WILLIAM HAZEL

Going Through Customs in Atlanta

A woman was yelling. Not screaming. Not talking loudly. Yelling. Hers was a strong voice. Lines three and four. I got it. We had US...

WILLIAM HAZEL

Visiting the Outer Banks - An Off-Season Getaway

The Google Gods provided backroad navigation to the state line. The transition into North Carolina unrolled narrow lanes through road...