“Another year shot to hell.” That was my answer, way back on New Year’s Eve, 1970, when someone asked me how I felt about the just-finished year. I was 24 and almost terminally [...]
I’m trying to establish a routine of sorts while living in the van. It’s surprisingly difficult. Each day seems to present new challenges to routine. Or maybe it’s just my [...]
So there I was, speeding along, when out of the dark along the side of the road loomed a pickup truck with a small cargo trailer and a tall man waving frantically for me to stop.
Yesterday was a long and miserable day after a long, cold night. The now-clean sleeping bag kept me warm until morning, when I needed my comforter on top of that—and I still had my doubts. [...]
