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Chapters (81)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. — Part One —
  6. — Chapter 1 —
  7. — Chapter 2 —
  8. — Chapter 3 —
  9. — Chapter 4 —
  10. — Chapter 5 —
  11. — Chapter 6 —
  12. — Chapter 7 —
  13. — Chapter 8 —
  14. — Chapter 9 —
  15. — Chapter 10 —
  16. — Chapter 11 —
  17. — Chapter 12 —
  18. — Chapter 13 —
  19. — Chapter 14 —
  20. — Chapter 15 —
  21. — Chapter 16 —
  22. — Chapter 17 —
  23. — Chapter 18 —
  24. — Chapter 19 —
  25. — Chapter 20 —
  26. — Chapter 21 —
  27. — Chapter 22 —
  28. — Chapter 23 —
  29. — Chapter 24 —
  30. — Chapter 25 —
  31. — Chapter 26 —
  32. — Chapter 27 —
  33. — Chapter 28 —
  34. — Chapter 29 —
  35. — Chapter 30 —
  36. — Chapter 31 —
  37. — Part Two —
  38. — Chapter 32 —
  39. — Chapter 33 —
  40. — Chapter 34 —
  41. — Chapter 35 —
  42. — Chapter 36 —
  43. — Chapter 37 —
  44. — Chapter 38 —
  45. — Chapter 39 —
  46. — Chapter 40 —
  47. — Chapter 41 —
  48. — Chapter 42 —
  49. — Chapter 43 —
  50. — Chapter 44 —
  51. — Chapter 45 —
  52. — Chapter 46 —
  53. — Chapter 47 —
  54. — Chapter 48 —
  55. — Chapter 49 —
  56. — Chapter 50 —
  57. — Chapter 51 —
  58. — Chapter 52 —
  59. — Chapter 53 —
  60. — Chapter 54 —
  61. — Chapter 55 —
  62. — Chapter 56 —
  63. — Chapter 57 —
  64. — Chapter 58 —
  65. — Chapter 59 —
  66. — Part Three —
  67. — Chapter 60 —
  68. — Chapter 61 —
  69. — Chapter 62 —
  70. — Chapter 63 —
  71. — Chapter 64 —
  72. — Chapter 65 —
  73. — Chapter 66 —
  74. — Chapter 67 —
  75. — Chapter 68 —
  76. — Chapter 69 —
  77. — Chapter 70 —
  78. — Chapter 71 —
  79. — Chapter 72 —
  80. Acknowledgments
  81. About the Author

“Love you,” I said, and hung up the phone before she could say anything back.

I walked out to the beach and thought about staying. Jumping in the ocean and floating on my back, watching my belly bob in the waves, forgetting I ever even had a father. But instead I got in my car.

— Chapter 61 —

I usually like the drive north from Florida. I call ahead, book gigs at places I’ve played before, take three or four weeks to wind my way up the coast. I like to drive the scenic roads and watch the palm trees disappear into hills and fall colors. I visit all the pockets of people I know and find some new pockets to replace the ones that disappear. If my friend Slim has work for me, I head to Nashville and record backup tracks for a few days. Otherwise I’ll drive straight to Savannah and spend a couple nights singing with the house band at a bar on Bay Street. Camp a few nights on Cape May, then make my way to Red Bank to play at The Downtown and stay with Cole while I book my next leg of gigs. It’s the way I pass time. A system that works for me. It’s not a bad life. I get to be nothing but wonderful to people I love and move on before it goes stale. But on this trip there’s no time for gigs or visits or seeing old friends or following the coast.

My plan was to stay south this year. All summer, when I wasn’t playing gigs, I waited tables for Ollie. Took every shift my swollen feet would allow. I found a house on Bimini Bay with a roof partly covered with tarps, like the money for construction ran out. Plumbing still worked just fine and no one ever came around. Crashing there and living on shift meals let me save up money to rent a real apartment for a few months after the baby comes. Maria, one of the other waitresses at Ollie’s, has a toddler and said maybe we could trade off babysitting and shifts. I tamped down my panic about settling down with the idea that when Max is a little older, we’ll get to hit the road again. I want his world to be big, not just an island. I want him to know the ocean, but I want him to see seasons and meet all the people in my pockets too.