Let’s Make This Official: I HATE Agoraphobia!
It’s almost debilitating…the anxiety and panic, claustrophobic, tunnel-vision shut down that I have to fight every time I think of going outside, or to the store, or anywhere!…
White Supremacists in the Full-Time RV community have forced me to deactivate my FaceBook account. Old friends are not really speaking to me right now. We have one car, so while Julie’s at work I’m land-bound.read more
Earlier this year we literally gave away everything we owned and went full-time in our 5th wheel (the Grand Oppression Palace, of GOP). Then, of course, life happened!read more
Wedding! MY YOUNGEST DAUGHTER IS GETTING MARRIED! WOOT! Second wedding of the year. I love you guys! Have fun in Mexico and…read more
Remembering Ice and Cold
If I look at measures, I think in winters. Not moons, suns, stars or the ticks on a ruler or those of a clock. I recollect by the numb freeze of fingers and ears. Heavy feet in boots. The rhythmic puff clouds huffed out in blue-grey morning light.read more
Living That Mobile Dream…
Is now 90% real. A couple of months ago Julie and I made the decision to live fully mobile. We’ve rented our home, bought our 5th wheel (and accompanying truck to pull the damn thing), and started cleaning out most of the things we own.read more
When the shit hits the fan (which it will, promise), it is so much easier to blame the contractors than it is for employees to take the blame…even if the shit is obviously theirs. So, as a contractor, you get very attuned to the approach of The Bus.
You hear it’s rumble.
You smell it’s exhaust, long before the actual bus appears.
The Failure of Analytics–Emotional Elections
THAT is why many people are waking up to a stark reality in America, and around the world as President-Elect Trump prepares to stroll into the White House. Emotion, not data, won the day.
Several months ago I stood in the dark parking lot of a closed gas station in small, south-central Utah town, filling a gas tank for that last stretch of a journey. Across the road an eighteen-wheeler pulled to a noisy stop and its driver climbed from the cab. He was proudly wearing a “Donald Trump for President” t-shirt. That moment was the emotional change for me because it created an emotional response in me.read more