Baby, You Can Drive My Car

  Probably you’ve heard as many stories as I have about people hitchhiking across the country, or backpacking through Europe, when they were “young.” I didn’t do that. It isn’t that the idea wasn’t enchanting to me, it was. But...

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Revolution

The washer and dryer went to a family that needed them. The leaky rowboat went to my sister-in-law. The coffee pot and colander went to my nephew’s wife. Two carloads, mostly kitchen supplies, went to my youngest daughter. Two pick-up...

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Losing Everything

A few years ago, I had a time when I thought I might lose everything, including my means of supporting myself. (Now I can say my life wouldn’t have been complete without that experience, so if it happens to you,...

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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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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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Heart State

I attribute it to the Air Force upbringing, a nomadic sweep through childhood, that makes me overly sentimental about ordinary things. Last night, in order to pick up my youngest at the Minneapolis-St. Paul airport, I had to take 494....

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