Joseph Lancaster (1904) - Salmon, David
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This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work.

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This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work.
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About the Author PhishStones aka David Salmon David Salmon, known by the name PhishStones in dive bars, trailheads, and twisted love stories, is a 60-year-old rock 'n roll survivor with a heart full of rebellion and boots caked in Adirondack mud. Born with a Stones record spinning and a middle finger in the air, he's spent his life chasing freedom through forests, women, campfires, and chaos. Raised by old-school Parents who tossed him into the wild like a cub learning to bite back, he grew up in the greatest classroom known to man-the Adirondack Mountains. That park didn't just raise him. It baptized him in pine needles and bear tracks, carved him into a storyteller, and gave him enough dirt-under-the-fingernails wisdom to call bullshit on just about anything. PhishStones writes the way he lives: raw, funny, deeply nostalgic, and just offensive enough to get you kicked out of Sunday service. His words are for the boomers who never sold out, the broken-hearted hikers, the stoned philosophers, and anyone who knows you can find God on a mountaintop-or in a woman who smells like woodsmoke and bad decisions. He still believes in vinyl, karma, freedom, and second chances. And he's probably already writing the next book from the porch of a rusty Airstream with a blunt in one hand and a black coffee in the other.