The Rogue Voice – A Literary Magazine with an Edge
A Blind Man For The Lookout
The Rogue Voice
By Dell Franklin
We pulled out of the San Luis Obispo Train Station promptly at 6:11 in the morning, and for a couple of hours, at least, I had a seat with a view of the California coast and nobody beside me, until we stopped in Isla Vista , a UC Santa Barbara enclave for college students, who began piling onto the train, like a mini-stampede of young people heading home for the beginning of the Veteran’s Day weekend.
In my bag were the rolled up remnants of the only semi-respectable attire left in my closet. I wore shorts, a hoodie and sneakers. I had been taking notes as I always do on trains as I studied students seeming so young as to look like children.
The Rogue Voice – A Literary Magazine with an Edge
A Blind Man For The Lookout
The Rogue Voice