• Keys

    It is true that you can’t go home again, but this I know is also true –  you can leave home again. So the question is – what are you taking with you and what are you leaving behind? Me, I’m leaving keys. Lots of keys.   Multiple times each day I go through the ritual of checking my pockets for keys, wallet, phone. I have so many keys. There’s my car, my wife’s car, the pickup truck that plows my parking lot. There’s the key to the building where I work, and nearly a dozen door keys once I get inside. Keys to my son’s house, my bicycle lock,…

  • We’re all on the Road Sometime

    Answers to the questions: Who? What? When? Where? Why? How? Who? Most people ask me, are you going to do this alone? My reflexive answer is yes, it’s just me. Forty years back, it was Joe at my side, but Joe is in India working and when he gets home he has a high school graduation party for his son and a titanium hip, mild diabetes, and bills to pay. He is too busy. And he loves me but thinks I’m crazy. So yes, I will be hitting the road solo, but I will not be alone. Since I was a young child, I have never felt alone. Wherever I am, I…