9/7/2020: Covid-19 hasn’t taken me, yet. I stay pretty well hidden, and I don’t think the virus has taken the time to look for me. As it is, it seems to stay pretty busy. But, the longer this pandemic hangs around, the greater the odds against me are. Until it catches me, though, I’m going to enjoy what little bit of life it allows.
All this down time has given me the opportunity to work on a few new stories. And I’m going through and reformatting the publications I have online so that they are more appealing to the discerning eye. The stories will stay the same terrible stories they have always been. So, don’t count on any changes there. Not yet, anyway. Maybe this winter I’ll find the time to rewrite a couple of them, especially the Big Dog and Blondie series.
The summer is pretty much behind us and winter slowly approaches. That means a good many travelers are preparing to settle down in one place for the cold weather, me included. Next year my plans are….I’m not going to tell you. It’s going to be a surprise for all of us. Meanwhile, I’ll just collect a few road atlases and dream.
If you check back later, I might have some sort of an idea what my future holds. Then we can make plans to meet somewhere down the road.
You may not be able to find me where you think I might be when you think I might be there, but you can always find me on Facebook, well, sometimes you can.
Meanwhile, chew on this awhile. My life in 399 words:
I ran as fast as I could to escape the clutches of the place where I was born and raised, only to find myself halfway around the world when halfway around the world was not a popular destination. The jungle gave way to the desert which spit me back to the valley, only for me to run back to the desert. And the rain and snow continues to fall.
I’ve had about as much schooling as I can handle, but I continue to learn. My two children helped raise me, and my two wives were happy to be rid of me. Along the way I’ve had the opportunity to face down the devil and dance with an angel or two, climb mountains, hike canyons, swim rivers and oceans, and discover that the sands of beaches are pretty much the same as the sands of deserts. I’ve helped the dead and assisted the living, and I’ve left my mark where my mark was meant to be left. And too often, my sleep comes fitfully.
Employment options have been many, but too often they have not satisfied. I’ve worked the land, analyzed that which needed to be analyzed, dealt cards, and rolled the dice. My voice has floated on the air waves, my fingers have tickled computer keys, and my knowledge has been freely given to others.
When things need to be done I’ve tried to be there to do them. I’ve roamed the streets, traveled the highways and byways, and guided adventurous souls where they wanted to be guided. I’ve tried to keep others safe, given directions to the lost, taken money, repaired the broken, logged numbers, rearranged words, and earned less than I should have. But so far, I’ve enjoyed life, at least most of it.
It’s too difficult to remember the transportation I’ve owned, but I’m still in love with the back seat where I kissed my first love. Whether it be a Chevy, a Ford, a Dodge, or a big RV, you can be sure it has taken me to places I thought I might like to be, only to find there’s a place down the road where I might like to be.
There are more people I can call friends than I have the right to claim. Maybe someday I will be able to thank them for allowing me to be a part of their life.
About This Blog
This is a continuing work in progress. It is the ramblings of a wandering wondering fool with too much to say and not enough time to say it. Or, maybe too much time to get said what needs to be said at that particular time, and nothing really to say. Well, anyway you consider it, this blog is about what I have to say, when I want to say it, and not a moment before. Sometimes I’m a little late in getting it said, but it will get said, sooner or later.
The open road beckons