The Last Day of my Childhood
Eric was one of my three best friends in high school. He was one of my only three friends in high school. Both of us were odd balls, and we bonded over that. We were weird in very different ways and...
View ArticleThe Biggest Hill Bomb & Marching Against the War for Oil
Fall and Winter of 2002 Cagliari, Sardegna (Sardinia) When I was a 22-year-old Airman stationed in Italy I made two trips from the mainland to Cagliari, Sardengna. The first was a 4-month temporary...
View ArticleFallen Soldiers
I’m 18 years old, still enrolled in high school, living in my sister’s mudroom because my parents kicked me out. The sun is pouring through the window in the 2nd story back door and the small room...
View ArticleWrite
Write. Don’t think, just write. Just open up and let your fingers start wandering. Write, I say to myself. Frustrated and ashamed that I don’t write like I used to, that I can’t write like I used to,...
View ArticleMy Last View of Mt. Hood
I hope that last view of Mt. Hood stays etched in my memory for ever. No, not etched. Carved. Burned. Scarred. I never did go see it. I wanted to. Had I stayed another few days or week I would have....
View ArticleBreakdown at 2,000 Feet
Funny how a minor think like a diversion a change in flight pattern a stop in Denver could cause you to break down in the back of a 757. Huddled up against the jump seat and emergency exit wondering...
View Article#LHTFR – Chapter 5, part one: Mountain Time Heartache, Pacific Time Blues
From my journal entry on April 17, 2023. 2,271 miles “Bears Ears. – magical – tent sucks – it’s frustrating/it’s hard to put up”I came across an REI Skyward 4 before setting out. It was inexpensive,...
View Article#LHFTR: Prologue
April 6, 2024 Dispatch from the Mermaid Hotel Attn: My dearest reader Re: where the hell am I, and how in the hell did I get here? This is a story about a middle aged vagabond punk rocker who lost his...
View Article#LHFTR – Chapter 5, part two: Bears Ears, dog eared and bone tired.
Arriving at the dispersed campsite everything was more colorful than it had been in months. Everything was louder. Brighter. I could feel the air. I could and hear and sense things in a 360 degree...
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#LHTFR – Chapter 6: Gods, my heart aches. Where’s the glitter?
Arizona. Day 12. 10 states and 2,518 miles Following the emotional break down that occurred while breaking my tent down, I got back on the road south towards the Valley of the Gods. It’s funny how we...
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