An invitation to take a wild ride

an invitation into uncivilized living

Initially when I began this newsletter, I believed that I might sell books and go give talks all over the place.

Then it struck me.

I hate traveling.

I do!

Airports, despite being filled with bustle and imagination and excitement, are generally terrible places. Lining up, taking off shoes and being treated like cattle are merely my initial complaints. Overpriced food, having someone’s arse in my face and generally being that close to another human being isn’t my idea of a good time.

I’ll likely travel again.

These days though, I don’t want to .

Instead of traveling, I’ve shifted to exploring.

I explore backwoods and old roads all over my region. I could do this for the rest of my life and likely not be on the same road more than once.

Since going off my meds, I’ve gone off a LOT.

I’m completely off the news. Life is so much better this way. I don’t know what’s happening with global conflict. I neither know, nor care who is winning in the American election.

It matters little which band of oligarc…