This tale of travel is not written coherently or sequentially.  You will notice as you read it that my writings don’t necessarily follow any particular rules but rather offer insight into one man’s mind as I travel the continent with a trailer, some puppets, a fancy typewriter with access to the Internet and a very pretty interface, and a couple of cameras -- rarely, if ever, trained upon my own visage.  Rather, I have enlisted the help of my puppet friend, George (pictured above), to play the role of the on-camera personality.  Those who have met me will recognize his voice as one similar to my own in tonality, syntax, and patterns.

The short version of the back story is this: After many years in the world of Entertainment and Special Event Management, I lost my mind.  The drone of everyday life in Philadelphia, the only city I’d ever really known, had gotten to me.  Fired from a job I thought I’d loved, I took my severance package to figure out some things.  I sold my house and bought a 1973 Airstream trailer (the same vintage as me) and decided to walk the earth like Kain from Kung Fu.  Mind you, I’ve never seen an episode of Kung Fu, but I’ve seen every Quentin Tarantino movie, and I quote them as often as possible, just to see who else pays attention to the same inane bits of information.

This is the story of my travels as they unfold in my mind.  They may not be documented here with the same detail as they occurred either before my eyes or before any Hi-Def camera I might have with me, but it’s my story, and I can write it however I want.

This is my version of my life on the road.