The Lost Highways

The Ghost Rider Series –Chapter One

Ricky rode his Harley to a tiny coastal resort town in North Carolina.  It had been months since anyone had seen Larry.  He had taken his friend Mike Rajcich with him to Jacksonville to play music with Trevor Bild then like a ghost he disappeared.  In the past, Larry would go to the little fishing village by the sea to recover and heal.  It was there that Raissa had told him he painted in the colors of sadness.  They became good friends, and in truth, this is where the story began many years ago.

Ricky pulled past the old cottage nestled in the myrtle trees near the inlet.  Larry’s truck was there but the Harley was gone so he walked up to the porch and pulled the screen open and found the door unlocked.  He called out but heard only silence, a silence free from cars and highways, just the gentle wind coming off the beach rustling the myrtle trees and the sound of seagulls fishing in the inlet.

He walked towards the back sunroom and found several paintings in different stages of completion and several books with bookmarks in them.  The books were classic Larry books, Hemingway, Steinbeck, and surprisingly enough Game Of Thrones.  The paintings were in dark blues, purples, and touches of white.  Larry called these the colors of sadness.  On his desk was a writing pad with a story started called Ghost Rider.  It was about a man in his twilight years riding a Harley across the south stopping in small towns and helping people.

Taped to his refrigerator was a note.  Ricky, I knew you would come looking for me.  I am where a café sits by the shore and I saw a lady painting the sea, or down some dark road, maybe playing in a dim-lit Blues club.  Maybe it is me sitting on a back pew in a little white church eyes closed listening to a gospel song, most likely you will find me on my Harley on the lost highways.  Tell Raissa to find the colors of sadness and she will find me.

The Writer’s Café was becoming a great success and Ricky knew none of them would ever hurt for money, yet he knew Larry would find a way to not only be a ghost rider but also find a way to help others.

They say you cannot go back but in a way you can as the old memories create new ones.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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    • This one was special for me. I spent so much of my younger years on the lost highways. It’s was a time in my life that I have always changed

    • Jim thank you for your kindness and encouragement. I always love what you write. Are you on FB. I always share you stories on my groups and page and people like your stories