An abandoned airfield in Brooklyn is the most surreal place Janet and I have camped. After twelve days in a high rise in Jersey City, hitting the road felt like…
This is to be a welcome vacation… …but first I got some help getting clarity on what I needed a vacation from. Call it corruption. Awoke this morning pretty cold,…
Nothing is as it seems–nor is it otherwise. Someone once told me the latter half of that phrase was a Zen koan. I can’t corroborate that. But after spending over…
