Tuesday, March 8, 2011


There is a thrill and a sadness to completing a story. Typing The End has a sense of accomplishment and a following void which asks Now What.

Hell if I know.

So I visit old venues, past sources of inspiration, take a warm bath and say maybe tonight I'll set up camp and rest.

I am grateful for Sipsey Wilderness and those boys and for all the lessons that linger.

Thank you, Miller, for following. It is an honor.

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