The Mouse Timetable

  After I had walked about two thirds of the way across the panhandle of Nebraska, say on maybe day twelve or so, my road crew manager (who happened to be Matt during that stretch) told me I had a...

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Revelations From the Road, Continued

When clearing out a space (condo, office at work, farmhouse) the final objects left to deal with are odd ones, things that aren’t clearly keepers, but somehow not garbage, and not valuable to others. Often they are things tied to...

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One Pair of Cowboy Boots

The world smells like cut alfalfa tonight, I found out as I opened the door to better hear the coyote pack. If you don’t know what cut alfalfa smells like, you might consider changing your life, as it is a...

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Early Revelations from the Road

Eight weeks ago was my last scheduled day of work. Since then I have been even more mobile than I had been for the previous six months, when I began this experiment in alternative dwelling. In those eight weeks I...

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Dreaming of Fire in the Woods

In a therapeutic process a couple of years back, I was given a set of guiding principles that I knew to be a form of bedrock for me. Like dream images, or prayer, I sometimes have trouble keeping them in...

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Beach Art

“You’re not running away from something, you’re running to something.” I am not sure these words a friend said to me are true, but some days walking is easier if I have a destination. Yesterday I met some women for...

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Tide

For five days I have been a Honey Badger’s stone-throw from the Atlantic, due east of me about a block. My parents, upon retiring, bought a modest condominium on a barrier island here known as the Treasure Coast in 1981....

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Map of My Belongings

This weekend my friend Dale helped me rearrange my storage unit, the 192-cubic-foot cave where I store what I cannot yet release. He is the best kind of help since he once worked as a professional mover, and has the...

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Sitting on the Curb

Three months ago I rented out my place and began cobbling together an interim lifestyle while awaiting the second-stage rocket explosion of The Leap, an event I imagined would involve leaving my clock-in-clock-out position at the Miracle Factory. In the...

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