Brian Eckert prepares to die with a collared shirt on, coffee in hand.
In a recent trip to City Park in Denver, Brian Eckert encounters an old nemesis: the Canada Goose.
Went West with dust of haunted dreams in my blood. Stopped just short of where white caps crash against the sky. In Denver, just to get away, because I have to get away from something, just to kill some time, because I have to kill something.