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This is a story written about a businessman in Sierra Vista whom John Segalla encountered.Red Hartman was part of a dying breed of businessmen. He put people first.

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John Segalla

It was a Wednesday about 4:15 p.m. I had just left Tombstone, Arizona, and my next stop was Sierra Vista. I rolled along the twisting back-roads past the barrel cactus and the baked gray earth.

This is a story written while on the road traveling thru Mexico.A few years ago on a motorcycle trip to Maine, I took my picture by a road sign that read “Welcome to Mexico”. With all the negative information that I’ve read or heard through various forms of media, I would have never imagined that someday I’d ride south of the border.

My Newspaper Article:

Subject: There’s no bird like a Slowbird

By: John Segalla

This is a story written while traveling, names and places cannot be disclosed..By: John Segalla

Subject: One For The Road

When I was a young boy growing up in Weymouth, getting a haircut wasn’t something to look forward to. When I was a young boy growing up in Weymouth, getting a haircut wasn’t something to look forward to. It meant consumption of valuable playtime on Saturday morning, followed by an itchy sensation in my shirt all afternoon and finally the dreaded Saturday night bath to rinse the loose hairs away before settling down to watch Donnie & Marie.

When I awoke this morning, there was plenty to be grateful for. When I awoke this morning, there was plenty to be grateful for. The thick, dark rainclouds that loomed overhead last night had drifted away over the steep rolling hills that surrounded me. My camp was dry thanks to a giant canopy that i had stumbled upon in the midst of the Hungry Valley Reservation, and I felt a deep sense of accomplishment because it was my 300th day on the road.