This morning I woke up, made coffee, and said goodbye to Buffy. It was time for me to move on, back to the land of
This really is the middle of nowhere. The sign says it, so it must be true, right? The campground isn’t the only place with people
I slept well and woke up to rain. This was not in the forecast at all last night, but here it was. Lister was not
It was a lovely, if early, evening at the Old Factory Brewing Company in Cairo, New York. I tried a flight of beers, then had
OK, probably not forever. But today, I left New England with absolutely no plans to come back. In some ways, it’s scary. I’m leaving behind
Naturally, I’m feeling very lonely these days. Having Lister along for the ride helps a lot, but it’s not the same as actual human contact.