From East Missoula, Montana to Valras Plage, France. A midwest kid from the suburbs of Chicago sets out to see the world. This is my story.
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
There's parts of me that have nothing to do with other parts of me. When I get into a Gordon Lightfoot mood I turn off the world and turn back into that kid who was actually more mature than I am now and was broke but not in spirit as I am now but I would take off down the road heading away from home. Parents arguing and me old enough to leave so I left. Something about the emptiness that is actually liberating. This could be boring and sad but it shouldn't be. It really more about compartmentalising and Zen.
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