"I first saw America on July 1, 1973. I flew over on a charter flight full of students...all of us drawn toward America like dazzled, half-blind moths, seduced by a vast poster...of a Greyhound bus whose destination board bore a single word that encompassed the infinite adventure of America, its wild past, its endless plains, its mystery: BUFFALO." So he was hooked from the very start. By the end of that fateful summer, young British expatriate Tim Brookes had hitchhiked to California and Vancouver, back across Canada and down to New York. Now, twenty five years later, he's back on the road. But he's got a lot more on his mind these days. Artfully weaving between past and present, Brookes considers exactly why the proverbial road trip, once a crucial part of American youth education, seems to have all but disappeared, superceded by more expensive and less uncertain kinds of travel. Joining a venerable literary tradition that includes Huck Finn, Steinbeck's beloved Charlie, and Kerouac, Brookes's hilarious and strangely moving "A Hell of a Place to Lose a Cow" is a brilliant enquiry into America's peculiar relationship with the open road.
I was born in London, England, to poor but honest parents who loved going for long walks, preferably in the rain. After discovering at college that I liked not only pickled onions but even Marmite, I knew it was time to leave while I still could. I have lived in Vermont since 1980, though to be honest I did start a cricket club.
I'm the director of the Professional Writing Program at Champlain College in Burlington, Vermont, a longtime essayist for National Public Radio and the author of all kinds of things, some of which show up elsewhere on Amazon.
The serious part of me founded Writers Without Borders, a non-profit dedicated to teaching writing skills to public health workers in the developing world. The ambitious part of me created the Champlain College Publishing Initiative, a project to engage undergraduates in the process of publishing in the twenty-first century. The active part of me plays a lot of soccer, though nowadays this involves standing in goal and letting the ball bounce off me. I have a wife I love and admire, and two wonderful children. Can't ask for more than that, really.
