It started the same way and ended the same way. Driving in, the road was still rough. Walking out the beers were still in the…
Category: The Inner Workings
Short, potentially scary, insights as to what goes on in my brain.
Doubt, fear’s twin brother, confidently raised it’s beastly head today. It came as I stared upward at the imposing chimneys. It was there again as…
“I can’t get all this stuff into my pack.” Whether the first day, the second, or the day after a ten day re-ration, the comment…
“Wow, that was the best pitch yet” Liz exclaims as she mantles onto to the white, rounded sandstone at the top of a varnished finger…
I don’t claim to know what it is all about. I want to figure it out, but by no means do I have all the…