It took me a week to write “Village of Adams”. It started as a journal exercise, something I never intended to be read by anyone. I remember wanting to just write down everything I wanted to about the town I grew up in. I started with the bats flying around our house. How one got stuck in my bedroom one night. In the pitch black darkness I could hear it fly around my room landing on my window sill.
I wanted to write about Jason Craft. To me, Jason was the kid I grew up with that fully encapsulated Adams. Yes, he is a real person and one that you can find at the local pizza shop any day of the week. Continue reading