Singleton

Singleton wasn’t a simple man; he merely had simple needs, and he spoke of them simply. He hauled cargo across the United States, and his life was what many would classify as that of a drifter. But Singleton chose the road. He chose the endless hauling and empty destinations. Not because he was fleeing any sort of stable, constant life, but because he was working. And working was all he knew. Much like Hemingway and Steinbeck,

Cady wrote about the condition of the American working man. Singleton is both a memoir of and a meditation on the open road, written by the writer the Atlanta Constitution calls a lasting voice in modern American literature.

This edition includes an introduction by Jack Skillingstead, a lengthy essay, and a related poem.